Stopped on
Pompey for lunch. Mossy island of Laurentian rock. Saw steamer in
distance. Put off--fired three or four shots. Got only a salute.
Put off in canoe to head her off. She came about. Was the
_Virginia Lake_. Took us on board and brought us to Rigolette.
Mr. Frazer, H.B.C. Agent here, to whom I had letter from
Commissioner Chippman of the H.B. Co., took us in, as the Company's
men always do. Made us at home. Seems fine to be on land again at
a Company post. George better. Eskimo dogs. Eskimo men and
women, breeds lumbermen, trappers, fishermen, two clerks. All
kindly--even the dogs. All talkative and hungry for outside
visitors.
Saturday, July 11th.--Awoke from bad dream of trouble getting
somewhere to realise that I was at a post. Mighty good awakening.
George better. Trying to get data as to Northwest River. No
Indians here. White men and Eskimo know little about it. Capt.
Joe Blake says Grand Lake good paddling. Forty miles long.
Nascaupee River empties into it. Says Red River comes into it
about 15 miles above its mouth. His son Donald came from his traps
on Seal Lake to-day. Says same. Has crossed it about 50 miles
above its mouth in winter.
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