Wednesday, October 14th.--Caribou bones, boiled into broth for
breakfast. Then George shot a duck. Came back. "Lord surely
guided that bullet," said he reverently. He had killed a
wonderfully fat duck. Oh! but it was good and greasy. Made bully
lunch boiled, and good pot of broth. Left river where we entered
it. Left canoe, sextant box, artificial horizon and my fishing-
rod. Packs still too heavy for our strength. Little progress.
Reached old camp where we left lakes for big river. Hoped fish.
No bites. Cold east wind. Big fire. All cheerful. Just bone
broth and a bit of wenastica for supper. Must lighten packs to
limit. Count on bit of flour 22 miles from here. Here George
found two old goose heads and some bones we left. Saved them for
breakfast. All gnawed some charred bones. George found three tiny
slices of bacon in old lard can we left--one each. How good they
were. The scrapings of lard he melted for the broth pot. We have
1 1/6 lbs. pea meal left. No other grub but tea. We think this
will take us to our bit of flour, if it is still left, and Blake
has a cache, we think, at the head of Grand Lake about 24 miles
beyond that.
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