Bully
stunt if it works out that way. Saw lots of caribou and fresh bear
tracks. Trout went fine for supper. Flies very bad. Our wrists
burn all the time.
Monday, July 20th.--Minimum temp. last night 37 degrees. Bright
day. Flies awful. I got breakfast while George cut portage
through swamp, and then we groaned all day--through the swamp 1 1/2
miles--across two streams, up steep hill, then along old trail to
foot of smooth water above these rapids. Covered route mainly
three times. All very tired. George worked like a hero.
Tuesday, July 21st.--Minimum temp. 36 degrees. Trapped bad three-
quarter mile. George and I scouted ahead 6 miles. Climbed hills
600 feet high. Caribou and bear tracks. Crossed two or three
creeks. Found old trail and wigwam poles and wood. George says
winter camp from size of wood; can't follow it. Tracked quarter
mile more, and started on long portage. Went half mile and camped.
Flies bad; gets cold after dark, then no flies. Stars, fir tops,
crisp air, camp fire, sound of river, hopeful hearts. Nasty hard
work, but this pays for it.
Wednesday, July 22nd.--Minimum temp. 33 degrees, 60 degrees in tent
at 6 A.
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