Then cloudy and cold west wind. Cheerful camp fire as always.
About twenty trout, nine boiled for supper. Same for lunch. Much
talk of grub and restaurants, and our home going, much of George's
room in New York, of good days in Congers. I want to go to
Michigan and Canada and to Wurtsboro'. Oh, to see my sweetheart
and be home again!
Sunday, October 11th.--Beautiful, clear day, cold. Off day for
grub. George shot three times at ducks and I fished at rapids. No
fish--no ducks. Nine small trout breakfast, eight lunch. No
supper ahead save what George hoped to find at Camp Caribou.
Arrived there tired and weak about an hour before sunset. George
gathered bones and two hoofs. Pounded part of them up. Maggots on
hoofs. We did not mind. Boiled two kettlefuls of hoofs and bones.
Made a good greasy broth. We had three cupfuls each and sat about
gnawing bones. Got a good deal of gristle from the bones, and some
tough hide and gristly stuff from hoofs. I enjoyed it and felt
like a square meal. Ate long, as it is a slow tough job. Saved
the bones to boil over.
Monday, October 12th.--Made about 9 miles to-day. Several bad
rapids.
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