Sunday, October 4th.--Temp. 10 degrees. Bright clear cold A.M.
Everything frozen in morning. Pond frozen over. Two trout left.
One for breakfast, boiled with erbswurst. Portaged to lake about
three-quarter mile away. Crossed it. Some ice to annoy. George
borrowed Wallace's pistol saying he saw a partridge. He killed
four. Lord's with us. We need 'em bad. I'm weak and nervous.
Must have vacation. Wallace notices it. Have not taken bath for
two weeks, ashamed of my ribs which stick out like skeletons.
Monday, October 5th.--Temp. 30 degrees. Wind S.E. Snow on the
ground. Up late. Waited Wallace to mend moccasins. Late start.
Crossed bad swamp to big lake, wading icy water. Dried feet and
drank cup soup. Stopped island in P.M. to get berries. All talk
much of home now. At camp fire George told me of his plans to get
married and his love story.
Tuesday, October 6th.--Temp. 48 degrees. Rain and snow in A.M.
George shot partridge before breakfast. Rained most of night.
Started expecting to portage to lake first west of Height of Land.
Got into rough sea, exciting time. Found river of considerable
size emptying into that lake.
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