W. Believe
that we saw also opening into Michikamau's Bay which runs out of
lake on S.E. side. Wind delayed, and we only got to foot of
mountain from which we expect to see it. Camped. Rain commenced.
While scouting I shot a large spruce partridge with pistol.
Friday, September 11th.--Raining in morning. Wind southwest.
Temp. 49 degrees. Ate last meal of mother's sweet dried apples.
We are on the verge of success apparently, in sight of Michikamau
from which it is not far to the caribou grounds and the Nascaupees.
Yet we are sick at heart at this long delay and the season's
lateness and our barefoot condition. Yet no one hints at turning
back. We could do so, and catch fish and eat our meal, for we know
the way to within easy walking distance of Grand Lake, but the boys
are game. If we only had a fish net we would be 0.K. My plan is
to get a few fish if possible, push on at once to Michikamau
somehow. Get to the George River, and find the Nascaupees. Then
if the caribou migration is not over, we will kill some of the
animals, dry them up and get as far back as possible before
freezing up and leaving the canoe. Then, unless we can get some
one to show us to the St.
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