If the way to Michikamau is still so doubtful, after more than
four weeks of back-breaking work, when will we get there, and when
to the caribou grounds, and when home? I'd like to be home to-
night and see my girl and the people, and eat some bread and real
sweet coffee or tea or chocolate. How hungry I am for bread and
sweets!
Sunday, August 16th.--Wind has changed at last to north. Not much
of it. Clear and bright in early morning. Clouded at noon, so I
am not sure my observation was just right, close to it though I
think. 53 degrees 46 minutes 30 seconds. Have been coming nearly
west, an angle to south and another to north. Last observation
possible was two weeks ago to-day. Feel fine to-day. Good rest
and good weather and grub are bully. Figure that east branch the
boys saw must be Low's Northwest River, and must break through the
mountains somewhere a little north. Anyway it can't run much east
and must take us north and west through lake expansions close to
the mountains. Then if it ends, it's up to us to portage over to
the lake expansions Low sees on his Northwest River flowing out of
Michikamau. Scraped flesh from caribou skin.
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