George took
after young and killed one with pistol. Came and helped get
wounded goose. Great chase. Trout, pounders, jumping like greedy
hogs to fly. Took about fifty while boys were making two short
portages in P.M. Bread, small loaf, coffee, sugar, goose, trout
for supper. Big feed in celebration geese and good water. At end
of to-day's course turned to right into wrong channel, into little
narrow lake half mile long, prettiest I ever saw. Big barren bluff
rises from water on north, barren mountains a few miles to west,
ridge of green to west, sun setting in faces to contrast and
darken, two loons laughing, two otters swimming in lake. One
seemed afraid and dived; other more bold, looked at us. Hoped to
kill it to settle question of species, but did not get near enough.
Good water ahead. Hope we are on the road to Michikamau.
Wednesday, August 19th.--Noon 53 degrees 50 minutes. Bright, clear
in A.M. Southeast wind brought clouds. Began to rain as we went
to bed. Spent whole day river hunting, paddling from arm to arm of
the lakes. George and I climbed high barren ridge. Red berries
and a few blue berries. Flock ptarmigan, rockers.
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