Goose would dive repeatedly. Shot
several times at rather long range. Paddled 20 to 25 miles on big
lake running east and west. No outlet west. Came back blue and
discouraged. Passed our camp of last night to climb a mountain on
N.E. side. Caught very pretty 2-lb. pike trolling. Wallace and I
got supper. George went to climb mountain, found river this side
(west) of mountain, running into this lake from N.W. What is it?
Low's Northwest River? Can't see what else. Glad again. Very
hopeful. Sick and very weak. Diarrhoea. Pea meal and venison and
goose liquor. Better. Bright northern lights.
Thursday, August 27th.--Bright and lightly clouded by spells. No
rain. Northwest River panned out only a little stream. N.G.
Guess we must portage. Desperate. Late in season and no way to
Michikamau. One more try for inlet, and then a long nasty portage
for the big lake. See little hope now of getting out before
winter. Must live off country and take big chances. Camping near
where we camped last night. Going up Northwest River and hunting
outlets some more, took our time. Ran across geese this A.M. I
went ashore and George and Wallace chased them close by.
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