To-night or to-
morrow perhaps the weather will improve so I can build a fire, eat
the rest of my moccasins and have some bone broth. Then I can boil
my belt and oil-tanned moccasins and a pair of cowhide mittens.
They ought to help some. I am not suffering. The acute pangs of
hunger have given way to indifference. I am sleepy. I think death
from starvation is not so bad. But let no one suppose that I
expect it. I am prepared, that is all. I think the boys will be
able with the Lord's help to save me.
NARRATIVE BY GEORGE ELSON
LAST DAYS TOGETHER
Friday, October 9th.--We got up good and early. Only tea we had,
expecting when we got to our rapid to have something to eat. After
going about 2 miles we came to our old camp where we camped on our
way up where we had a goose that Mr. Hubbard had killed. I also
had killed one. We went ashore to see if we could find some of the
old bones. We gathered all we could find and ate them all.
Mr. Hubbard said, "I often have seen dogs eating bones and thought
it was pretty hard lines for them, but it must be only fun for
them."
Before coming to our rapid, the rapid we had always talked about
where we thought we would get lots of fish, I told Mr.
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