Hope to get out 0.K. Count on berries to help us.
Had some moss berries to-day.
Thursday, October 15th.--Dreamed last night came to New York, found
M. and had my first meal with her. How I hated to find it a dream.
Lightened packs a good deal. Left Wallace's rifle, cartridges,
rod, my cleaning rod, my sextant and 15 films and other things,
cached in bushes at left side of little stream between two lakes.
Wallace hated to leave his rifle, I hated to leave other stuff.
Spent most of forenoon getting ready. Ate for breakfast bit of
skin from old caribou head, boiled with bone broth. At lunch on
Montagnais Lake, same, but skin was from old caribou hide, which we
had carried to mend moccasins. Were almost to our second camp
where we ate first goose, when I got shaky and busted and had to
stop. Wallace came back and got my pack and I walked to camp
unloaded. In P.M. George shot three partridges which jumped up
before us in a swamp. Killed them with my pistol. Made us very
happy. Ate one for supper, OH! how good. In spite of my weakness
I was happy to-night. I remember a similar happiness once after I
went to New York. I got caught in rain, had no car fare, got
soaked, spent last 10 cents for rolls and crullers, then crawled
into bed to get dry and eat, not knowing where the next meal would
come from.
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