Went
west on our lake 3 miles. Caught a fish like pike, with big square
head, 3 1/2 lbs. Found our lake ends, stream falling in from
another lake west. Came back 2 miles to outlet into waters north.
Camped. All feel bully. On Michikamau waters sure.
Monday, August 24th.--Rain, north wind, cold. In camp all day.
Bad head wind. George and I scouted. All restless at inactivity
but George. He calm, philosophical, cheerful, and hopeful always--
a wonderful man.
Tuesday, August 25th.--Cold N.E. wind. Rain. Made start. Nasty
portage into Northwest River (?). Wallace turned round and started
to carry his pack back. Wind fair part of time. Part of time
dangerously heavy. Landed on point running out from north shore.
Wigwam poles. Have diarrhoea. All chilled. Not sure of way
ahead, but not worried. Camped at 5 P.M. Nice camp in clump of
balsam. Not craving bread so much. Idleness and a chance to think
make us hungrier. Flies about gone. Proverb--On a wet day build a
big fire.
Wednesday, August 26th.--Temp. at 5 A.M. 40 degrees. Bright and
clear save for one shower in P.M. Started happy. Shot goose with
pistol after long chase.
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