We several times met with moose, one of which was shot nearly every day to supply our camp with meat.  We were anticipating getting through the pass without difficulty, when we found ourselves at the bottom of a fall a hundred feet in height, with thickly timbered hills on each side, which, rising abruptly from the water's edge, seemed to offer no footing even for a snow-shoe, much less a practicable trail for dog-sleighs.