George will go on to the milk
and lard and to Skipper Blake if he can, and send or lead help to
us. I want to say here that they are two of the very best,
bravest, and grandest men I ever knew, and if I die it will not be
because they did not put forth their best efforts. Our past two
days have been trying ones. I have not written my diary because so
very weak. Day before yesterday we caught sight of a caribou, but
it was on our lee, and, winding us, got away before a shot could be
fired.
Yesterday at an old camp, we found the end we had cut from a flour
bag. It had a bit of flour sticking to it. We boiled it with our
old caribou bones and it thickened the broth a little. We also
found a can of mustard we had thrown away. I sat and held it in my
hand a long time, thinking how it came from Congers and our home,
and what a happy home it was. Then I took a bite of it and it was
very good. We mixed some in our bone broth and it seemed to
stimulate us. We had a bit of caribou skin in the same pot. It
swelled thick and was very good. Last night I fell asleep while
the boys were reading to me. This morning I was very, very sleepy.
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