It was an ideal place to spend Sunday,
and with a sigh of relief we settled into our island camp. The
week had been a wonderfully interesting one; but it had also been
an anxious and trying one in a few ways. I was glad to have passed
Michikamau so quickly and easily. I wished it might be our good
fortune to see some of the Indians.
Through the night the south wind rose to a gale, and showers of
rain fell. On Sunday morning I was up at 7 A.M., and after a nice,
lazy bath, luxuriously dressed myself in clean clothes. Then came
a little reading from a tiny book that had been in Labrador before,
and a good deal of thinking. Just after 9 A.M. I lay down to go to
sleep again. I had not realised it before, but I was very tired.
My eyes had closed but a moment when rat-a-tat-tat on the mixing
pan announced breakfast. Joe had prepared it, and the others came
straggling out one by one looking sleepy and happy, enjoying the
thought of the day's rest, the more that it was the kind of day to
make it impossible to travel. Returning to my tent after the meal
I lay down to sleep. My head had no sooner touched the pillow than
I was asleep, and did not wake till 1.
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