On Thursday, August 24th, I wrote in my diary: "Such a nice sleep
last night albeit blankets and 'comfortable' so wet (the stopper of
my hot-water bottle had not been properly screwed in the night
before and they were soaked). Beautiful morning. Mountains ahead
standing out against the clear sky with delicate clouds of white
mist hanging along their sides or veiling the tops. One just at
the bend is very, very fine. It reminds me of an Egyptian pyramid.
Job is not feeling well this morning and it bothers me. I asked
him if it were too many rapids. He smiled and said, 'I don't
know,' but as if he thought that might be the trouble.
"Later.--Just a little below our camp we found a river coming in
with a wild rush from the east. It was the largest we had yet seen
and we wondered if our reckoning could be so far out that this
might be the river not far from the post of which the Nascaupees
had told us. Then so anxious for the noon observation and so glad
to have a fine day for it. Result 57 degrees, 43 minutes, 28
seconds. That settled it, but all glad to be rapidly lessening the
distance between us and Ungava.
"After noon, more rapids and I got out above one of them to walk.
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