Two days more we travelled on, catching sight of what we believed to be Indian encampments in the distance, but, according to our resolution, carefully avoiding them.  Our fish had come to an end, our last handful of pemmican was exhausted, and for a whole day we had no food except a few berries.  Towards evening we reached a wood.  As there was a stream not far from it, while Mike was engaged in forming our camp I endeavoured to hook a fish.