Later my washing, neglected on Sunday on account of the storm, was
added to the decorations.
How very much I wanted to go scouting with Job and Joe! Here I
expected difficulties in finding the way. The map I carried
indicated a number of detached lakes stretching miles northward
from Lake Michikamats, and to find among the lakes of this upper
plain the one which should prove the source of the George River,
promised to be interesting work. Inwardly impatient I waited for
the return of the men. Less than two hours later I saw them come
down across the marsh to where they had left the canoe. There
mounting a huge boulder they sat down to watch the caribou.
This was trying, when I had so eagerly waited for the news they
were to bring; but a little reflection convinced me that it meant
simply--nothing definite about the George River. Otherwise they
would have come immediately to camp. The conclusion proved
correct, and when towards evening they came in, the report was--
more streams and lakes leading northward up the slope of the
plateau. We had not yet reached the real head of the Nascaupee
River.
Thursday morning, August 10th, we began our portage across the
marsh.
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