1st August.--Finding that there was no likelihood of there being any
other outlet to the lake than the one we had seen, we took out the
cargo, and hauling our boat over a shallow part, we reloaded and soon
entered a narrow lake, the waters of which were very muddy. At half an
hour before noon we landed to have breakfast, and the latitude 67° 4'
22" N., variation of the compass 66° 38' W., were observed. The shores
of this lake, being covered with a rich pasturage and a great variety of
flowers, afforded a pleasing contrast to the country we had hitherto
travelled through. There were great numbers of marmots here, with a
well-beaten path leading from one burrow to another. After dragging the
boat over many shallows, we arrived a little after 5 P.M. at high-water
mark, in latitude 67° 13' N., longitude 87° 30' W. The tide being out,
and there not being sufficient water to float the boat, I decided on
remaining here until the flood made.
The recent foot-tracks of two Esquimaux were seen on the sand.
A short distance below where we stopped, the stream we had descended
empties its waters into a small river which flows from the westward.
2nd.--As the tide did not rise so high by two feet during the night as
it had done the previous day, the boat did not float; we were,
consequently, obliged to carry our baggage a mile further down the
stream, and afterwards, with much trouble, haul our boat over numerous
shoals. We were now afloat in a salt-water lake, and on passing a small
point two Esquimaux tents came in view. Not having got breakfast, I
landed with the interpreter, and, whilst the men were cooking, went to
ascertain if there were any inhabitants. All was quiet inside, but
after calling once or twice outside the door of one of the tents, an old
woman made her appearance, apparently just out of bed, as she was very
coolly drawing on her capacious boots, whilst she surveyed her visitors
without showing the slightest symptoms of alarm, although I afterwards
learned that I was the first European she had ever seen. An old man soon
after popped out his head alongside that of his better half, who
appeared to be endowed with a flow of language which set all his efforts
to say anything at defiance. A few trifling presents put us all, in a
few minutes, on a most friendly footing. Their report of the state of
the ice in the large bay before us was far from encouraging; they said
that there was seldom sufficient water for the passage of one of their
small canoes, and present appearances led me to suppose that they were
correct. The name of the man was I-il-lak, of the woman Rei-lu-ak. The
remainder of the party, consisting of their two sons and their wives,
had gone a day's journey inland to hunt the musk-ox. From a chart drawn
by the woman, who, as is usual, (at least among the Esquimaux) was much
the more intelligent of the two, I was led to infer that there was no
opening leading into the large bay but through the Strait of the Fury
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