Anyway it comes
from that way and will carry us a piece toward the big lake. No
cuttings. Big trout despite east wind. Caught about fifteen.
Cold wind drove away flies. Fire between big rocks. Moon over
bluffs beyond. Fine evening. Fine river. Fine world. Life worth
living.
Saturday, August 8th.--Nasty, cold, east wind. Went 4 1/2 miles
through it all in good river with six short portages first three-
quarter mile, and stopped about 1 P.M. to make Sunday camp and get
fish. Put out net, ate our dried fish and by hard labour got a few
more for supper. Only a bit of bread a day now, no grease, save a
little bacon. All hungry for flour and meat.
Sunday, August 9th.--Raining this morning and most of the P.M.
Cold, east wind. Caught about forty-five trout by hard effort,
several 3/4 lb. each. George made paddle and scouted. Burned his
knife.
Monday, August 10th.--Rain and east wind. Caught one big fish
before breakfast. Wallace ate it. George and I ate pea meal. On
first portage found old summer cuttings and wigwam poles. Feel
sure that this was the old Montagnais route. Went 3 miles and
crossed four portages. Then on strength of being on right road and
needing fish, camped before noon.
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