30 P.M.
I could hear Gil outside preparing lunch, and went out to see how
he was getting on. It was the first time he had attempted anything
in the cooking line, and he looked anxious. We were to have fried
cakes and tea, and Gil was cooking the fried cakes. They were not
much to look at, for the wind had coated them well with ashes; but
they tasted good, and the youngster looked quite relieved at the
way they disappeared when we began to eat.
Michikamats was certainly very picturesque in the gale. The wind
had six miles of unbroken sweep, and stirred the lake to wild
commotion. Out of shelter I could scarcely stand against it. For
a long time I watched two gulls trying to fly into the wind. They
were very persistent and made a determined fight, but were at last
compelled to give up and drop back to land. I spent nearly the
whole afternoon watching the storm, running to cover only while the
showers passed.
When we gathered for supper in the evening Job was holding a pot
over the fire, and did not move to get his plate and cup with the
rest. George gave me my plate of soup, and when I had nearly
finished it Job set the pot down beside me, saying gently: "I just
set this right here.
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