After the boys left--they left me tea, the caribou bones, and
another end of flour sack found here, a rawhide caribou moccasin,
and some yeast cakes--I drank a cup of strong tea and some bone
broth. I also ate some of the really delicious rawhide, boiled
with the bones, and it made me stronger--strong to write this. The
boys have only tea and one half pound pea meal (erbswurst). Our
parting was most affecting. I did not feel so bad. George said,
"The Lord help us, Hubbard. With His help I'll save you if I can
get out." Then he cried. So did Wallace. Wallace stooped and
kissed my cheek with his poor, sunken, bearded lips several times--
and I kissed George did the same, and I kissed his cheek. Then
they went away. God bless and help them.
I am not so greatly in doubt as to the outcome. I believe they
will reach the flour and be strengthened, that Wallace will reach
me, that George will find Blake's cache and camp and send help. So
I believe we will all get out.
My tent is pitched in open tent style in front of a big rock. The
rock reflects the fire, but now it is going out because of the
rain. I think I shall let it go and close the tent, till the rain
is over, thus keeping out wind and saving wood.
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