Oh! to be away from this lake and its gales and to be
started home! Last night we quit rolling in blankets and made bed
to keep warm. All three crawled in. Warmer than other way. Quite
comfortable all night. Plan a great deal for the future. I am
planning to give more time to home. Less fretting and more home
life. I've let my ambitions worry me. More time for my meals when
I get home and more for my wife and our friends. I want to give
one or two little dinners in the woods when we get back and while
George is there. A turkey roast like a goose. Stuffed. Potatoes,
bannocks, made while the turkey is roasting, one of George's
puddings, coffee and maple cream.
Sunday, September 20th.--Temp. 6 A.M. 29 degrees. Morning bright
and clear. Light N.W. wind. Showers in P.M. Squally. To-night
we are starting for Northwest River Post. When we reach the big
river we can I think nearly live on the fish we get there. From
there too, there are more signs of caribou. About four days more
and we ought to reach a remnant of flour we threw away. It was wet
and lumpy, but we will welcome it now. It, if it is usable, will
see us to the head of Grand Lake, where Skipper Blake has a cache,
I think, in a winter hunting shanty.
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