Sunday, August 30th.--Beautiful, clear Sunday, but no Sunday rest
for us. I jumped up early, called George, and built fire. Started
at 5.54 A.M., portaging from little lake to little lake, north and
west, to where we know Michikamau must lie, somewhere. For two
days we have heard geese flying. Thought our goose chases over,
but to-day five walked down bank into water ahead of canoe on a
small lake. Wounded two at one shot with rifle. Two old ones
flew. Left wounded to chase third young one. Shot and killed it
with pistol. Could not find wounded. Made 3 miles before dinner.
Good. In P.M. about 1 1/4 miles more. Then reached range of semi-
barren ridges, running east and west, and seeming to reach to
barren mountains north. George and I climbed first ridge from a
little lake, with blue green, ocean-coloured water. Heard stream
ahead. Little river running through ponds. George went back for
outfit and Wallace. These are trying days. We are not quite up to
normal strength. I think too much routine of diet, lack grease,
sugar and grain foods. The feeling of not knowing where we are or
how to get out adds to our weakness, still we are all cheerful and
hopeful and without fear.
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