Some distance beyond where we got the berries we went into camp. Trolling on the way, we caught a namaycush (lake trout), the first we had seen on the trip. In our camp on Lost Trail Lake we were held all of Monday (August 24) by a gale that beat the water into a fury. We took advantage of the opportunity to try our gill net, sinking it on the lee shore, but it was so rotten it would not hold a fish large enough to get fast in it, and we finally threw it away as a useless encumbrance.
In the course of the day Hubbard and climbed a hill not far away, while I remained in camp to do some "chores." They found bake- apple berries in abundance--the only spot we came across where they grew in any great quantity--and had a good look at a lake we had previously sighted two miles to the north. This
