Hubbard and
Wallace my dream I had that night. It did not seem like a dream
but more like some one talking to me. When travelling this summer
when we began to be out of grub, if we dreamt of having a good meal
at some restaurant we often told it to each other next morning.
This morning my dream was:--
A man came to me and told me, "You will get to the rapid to-day and
I cannot spare you more than two or three meals of fish, and do not
waste much time there. Go right on and don't leave the river, but
follow the river on. It is only the way you can save your lives.
Follow the river down."
We got to the rapid about noon, all feeling very, very weak. I
started a fire. By the time I got some wood and had my fire
started they had already enough fish for a pretty fair meal and, of
course, you can imagine how glad we were and did not delay much
time but got our fish for lunch. It was nice to have something to
eat again. We were pretty sure of getting lots more. After lunch
Mr. Hubbard and Wallace fished. It was good signs of caribou round
there. I took the rifle and tracked up the caribou, but I saw
nothing. It was late when I got back.
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