To attempt a trip from the ice-glazed regions of Hudson’s Bay to the northwest shore of Lake Superior, through nine degrees of latitude, through dense woods and across plains, down rivers and across frozen lakes, with mercury so far below zero that it did not even reach into the tube, attests the hardiness and the spirit of any man.
But when, added to that, there is the constant need for hiding, scouting, backtracking and generally avoiding the thorough and systematic effort of the English to bring Yellow Hair to justice, the magnitude of the voyage is impossible to conceive without making the trip itself.
It was long and tedious and grueling. The English were bad enough but added to that were howling winter in the north, impenetrable forests, the glazed ice of paralyzed rivers, the scre
