Old wigwam and broken-down canoe at
lunch place. Ate trout and loaf of bread. Hungry. Started again,
hoping for stream to fish in. Made 3 miles. Then a big bull
caribou splashed into the water of a bayou 200 yards ahead.
Wallace in bow took shot, high and to the left. I raised sights to
limit and held high. Did not think of sport, but grub, and was
therefore cool. As first shot George said, "Good, you hit him."
He started to sink, but walked up a bank very slowly. I shot two
more times, Wallace once and missed. George and I landed and
started towards spot. Found caribou down, trying to rise. Shot
him in breast, cut throat. George made stage for drying. Wallace
and I dressed caribou. Wallace put up tent. I started meat from
bones in good strips to dry. Then all sat down and roasted steaks
on sticks, and drank coffee, and were supremely happy. We will get
enough dried meat to give us a good stock.
Thursday, August 13th.--Worked at getting caribou skin tanned in
A.M. Ate steak for breakfast, liver for dinner, ribs for supper.
No bread, just meat. Wallace and I started in canoe to look for
fish and explore a bit. Found rapid 2 miles above.
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