Ate last bit of bacon at noon, cut in three pieces
and boiled with rice and a little flour. Boys trolled in P.M. I
made camp and fished brook. Too cold. They lost two good
namaycush. I took two 10-inch trout. Boiled these into a mush and
put last handful of rice and a little flour into pot with them.
Good soup. Made us feel stronger.
Thursday, September 17th.--Temp. 33 degrees 6 A.M. Rained all last
night and all this P.M. For breakfast a whisky jack, stewed with
flour and about two spoonfuls of erbswurst. Good. Wallace and I
each had half a bird. If we get enough fish ahead to take us
across this portage, our pea meal and what fish we can get on river
will see us to the post. Hoping weather will improve so we can
make a good haul. Disheartening in extreme to be working all the
time in rain and wind and cold. I made a map this A.M. of our long
portage--about 30 miles. Will require about seven days. Wallace
and I stretched tarpaulin by fire and sat long beneath it chatting.
Wallace is a great comfort these evenings. There has been no
friction this trip whatever. I think I'll get a bully story out of
it despite our failure to find the Nascaupees.
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