Crossed lake, no trail on east side, hoping to get trout
where I took a mess in outlet coming up. Not a nibble. Too cold
or something. Camped in lee of trees. Boys had feed of blue
berries while I fished. Ate half stick of erbswurst. Good camp-
fire, but I rather blue and no one talkative. So hungry for home--
and fish.
Friday, October 2nd.--Cold west wind. Temp. 30 degrees. Cold--
snowed a bit in the evening. Took packs early in day and hurried
across to tamarack pole fishing place. Only two trout before noon.
Ate them with pea meal and boys went back for the canoe. Only two
days, and easy ones, to our big lake. Then only two days to the
river with its good fishing. That makes us feel good. It means a
good piece nearer home.
Saturday, October 3rd.--Bright crisp morning. Temp. 21 degrees.
Snow squalls. Left tamarack pole place and portaged south over old
route, crossing lakes, etc., to our camp of 29th August, on little
pond. Wet feet and cold, but not a bad day. I lugged all the
packs and boys canoe. Beautiful moon and clear night. All sat
late by camp fire talking and thinking of home. Pleased to have
another fair march back of us--happy.
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