We are going to Ochre Lake for fish.

Miles says there are heaps there to be had for the catching, and the dogs are getting short of food.

We have worked them very hard this winter, so they have needed more to eat, I suppose," Katherine replied.
Then she went out to help her brother to bring the stores in, and Mrs.M'Kree came to assist also.
"Ochre Lake is a good long way off, so I mustn't keep you if you are going there.

A good six miles from here it must be, if you follow the river," said Mrs.M'Kree; then made a grab at the packet of toffee in Jamie's chubby hand, for he was evidently intent on eating it all himself, and so leaving none for the others.
"We shall not follow the river, but take the short cut through the woods; and we shall go fast too, for the dogs will travel light, you see," Katherine said.

Then picking up the fish spears and the ice saw she glided on ahead, while Miles and the dogs went racing after her.
At first, when they left the boatbuilder's house behind, it was wilderness without a sign of life, but after they had gone two or three miles, footprints of various sizes appeared on the snow.
There were marks of wolf, of wolverine, of fox, with smaller prints which could only have been made by little creatures like the mink, ermine, and such tiny fry, that, clad in fur white like the snow, scurried hither and thither through the silent wastes hunting for food, yet finding in many cases swift death through the skill of the trapper.