In P.M. took ninety-five more.
Estimated weight of catch 70 pounds. We will stay here to-morrow
and dry fish for journey. This is a wonderful relief. It means
enough fish to put us through to our big lake, or nearly so. We
had no hopes of such a catch, and would have been delighted with
just a meal or two. Then it means, I hope, that we will find the
trout biting at other spawning places, and catch enough to live on
in spite of the cold weather. We are happier than for weeks before
for we believe this almost guarantees our safe return home. Rain
drove us from our camp fire just after George had declared, "Now
we'll talk about French toast, and what we'll eat when we get to
New York." So we all crawled into blankets and did plan and plan
good dinners.
Sunday, September 27th.--Warm day, partly clear, wind S.W. Ate
last of goose for breakfast. Bully.
Monday, September 28th.--Snow and clear by spells. Stayed in camp
to rest and feed up. Were all weak as cats when we relaxed from
the grub strain. We kept smoke going under stage and lay in tent
most of day. Boiled fish for breakfast, roast smoked fish for
other meals. Like them rather better the latter way.
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