Did catch a
few before--failed to-night. Bright crisp day too. George very
blue in consequence. Wallace and I not worried. Pea meal down to
less than two pounds. No other food save tea. Thinking much of
home and M., and our plans and old friends. I want to keep better
in touch with relatives everywhere and the country. How I wish for
that vacation in Michigan or Canada! or a good quiet time at
Congers, and I am aching to write home sketches and stories that
have come to my mind. We talk much of future plans, and the camp
fire continues to be a glorious meeting place.
Friday, October 9th.--Reached good fishing hole at rapid where we
caught so many trout on way up. Got about fifty in P.M. Glorious,
crisp fall day. Dried blankets. Fifteen trout lunch; twelve
supper; then six roast before bedtime. Disappointing. Hoped for
some to dry. Only one day's slim fish ahead--one and a half pounds
pea meal. No hopes of getting ahead fish to freeze up. Must get
out to civilisation. Pretty weak all of us.
Saturday, October 10th.--From rapid about half way to Camp Caribou.
Boys shot rapids while I fished. Beautiful day till about noon.
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