Milton visits Carlton--Fast Travelling--La Ronde and Bruneau set out for Fort Garry--Trapping with Misquapamayoo--Machinations against the Wolverine--The Animals’ Fishery--The Wolverine Outwits us--Return Home--The Cree Language--How an Indian tells a Story--New Year’s Day among the Crees--To the Prairies again--The Cold--Travelling with Dog-sleighs--Out in the Snow--Our New Attendants--Prospect of Starvation-- A Day of Expectation--A Rapid Retreat--The Journey Home-- Indian Voracity--Res Angusta Domi--Cheadle’s Journey to the Fort--Perversity of his Companions--“The Hunter” yields to Temptation--Milton’s Visit to Kekekooarsis--A Medicine Feast-- The New Song--Cheadle’s Journey Home--Isbister and his Dogs-- Mahaygun, “The Wolf”--Pride and Starvation--Our Meeting at White Fish Lake. On the morning of the 24th of December, Milton harnessed our three Indian dogs to the little sleigh, and set out with Bruneau for the Fort. La Ronde remained with Cheadle at the hut, engaging to join the others at Carlton as soon as sufficiently recovered. Misquapamayoo had also arrived, to commence his service as attendant on Cheadle. We both spent our Christmas Eve somewhat drearily--Milton camping in the snow, half-way to Carlton, supping on pemmican and gallette, and Cheadle, in the hut, faring likewise; but the latter, feeling very dismal and un-Christmaslike, he and La Ronde unearthed the hidden rum cask, and established a weak conviviality by the aid of hot punch. Milton and Bruneau went merrily along on their way to the Fort. The road had just been well beaten by the passage of trains to La Crosse; a slight thaw had followed, and the track was now frozen hard, so that the dogs galloped away with the lightly-laden sleigh at a tremendous pace over the ice. The two followed at speed, occasionally jumping on to the sleigh for a time, to gain breath again. But the cold was too great to allow a very long ride, and running was soon resumed. They travelled with such expedition that although it was afternoon when they left the hut, they travelled at least thirty miles before nightfall, camping beyond the crossing of the Shell River. Milton, eager beyond measure to arrive at the Fort in time to share the Christmas festivities, arose in the middle of the night, and succeeded in convincing Bruneau that it was nearly daybreak. They therefore harnessed the dogs and started again. To their surprise, the moon rose instead of the sun, but they kept on their way, and daybreak appeared after several hours. They arrived at Carlton just in time to sit down to Mr. Lillie’s Christmas dinner, having accomplished the journey of eighty miles in the wonderfully short time of twenty-six hours. Plum pudding and a bottle of sherry graced the board, and were both done full justice to by the company.