It promises to be a hungry
trip, but it is a man's game. Now that we are starting home I am
content with the trip and the material. We've done all we could.
Our minds turn to home even more and we are anxious to be back. So
hungry to see all the old friends.
Tuesday, September 22nd.--Temp. 38 degrees. N.W. wind. Rain in
morning and by spells all day. All feel stronger today than
yesterday. Tried to stalk goose in bad swamp. Missed at long
range. Waded above knees in mud and water to get shot. Portaged
all day mostly through low or swampy ground. Happy to be going
home. Camped tonight on second old camping-ground. George and
Wallace brought up outfit while I made camp and got wood.
Wednesday, September 23rd.--Rain by spells. W. wind. Clear in
evening and cold. Portaged all day. Crossed barren ridge. Had
big feed of moss-berries and cranberries. Wallace had apparent tea
sickness and vomited. Erbswurst same as yesterday. Feel quite
weak to-night. Had carried canoe a good deal. A good deal
depressed till camp fire. Then good again. Bright, crisp night.
Dried clothing and got warm. Talked long by fire of home.
Blankets very damp.
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