May have to stay late on the George, and
have to snowshoe to Northwest River and then across; but if it
comes to that we'll do it. This snowshoe to Northwest River and
then across to the St. Lawrence, by Kenamon and St. Augustine
Rivers, appeals to me. Lots of old wigwams about, summer and
winter. Stove was used in one. I think Indians hunted here.
Caribou tracks on barren mountains.
Tuesday, August 18th.--Temp. 28 degrees at 4 A.M. Clear sky in
morning. Much worried last night and this morning, about way to
Michikamau. Started early, ready to go at the job harder than
ever. Lake expansions, rapids, no signs of Indians. Afraid this a
bad stretch which Indians avoided. Stopped at 10 A.M. for tea.
Caught fourteen big trout there, in few minutes. Then river opened
into long narrow lakes, and the going was bully. It turned west,
or we did (it came from the west) and went into the mountains, and
we fairly shouted for joy. George saw caribou. Turned out to be
geese. Chased ahead them on bank. Shot old goose as she lay low
in water, swimming and hiding. Broke old one's wing and took off
leg. Then missed four shots. Gander took to woods.
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