Mother's birthday. Ate some of
her dried apples last night with sugar.
Tuesday, August 11th.--East wind. Warmer a little. Just a little
rain. No fish biting. Slept late. Climbed ridge and tree. See
ridge of high half barren hills away ahead. Think this the ridge
east of Michikamau. Hungry all the time. Down to 40 lbs. of
flour, 8 lbs. tea, about 20 lbs. pea meal, a bit of sugar, bacon,
baking powder and dried apple, just a bit of rice. Saw mountains
ahead from a bluff just below our evening camp. River runs north
apparently; it must therefore be Low's Northwest River I think.
Mountains look high and rugged, 10 to 25 miles away. Ought to get
good view of country from there, and get caribou and bear.
Moccasins all rotten and full of holes. Need caribou. Need bear
for grease. All hungry all day. George weak, Wallace ravenous;
lean, gaunt and a bit weak myself. Fish braced us wonderfully.
Wednesday, August 12th.--Best day of trip. Started late. Cloudy,
damp. I took pack over half mile portage and stopped to fish.
Fourteen trout. Three portages and then--glory! Open water. Five
miles and stopped for lunch, with good water before and behind for
first time since Grand Lake.
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