The boys were still
fishing. They had caught about sixty more little trout. We felt
as if we could eat all those fish in one meal, but seeing they were
so scarce we had to try and save some for the next day.
Saturday, October 10th.--We fished all before noon and did not get
any at all. So we had to start off from there, seeing it was no
use in trying to fish any more. We came to some more rapids in the
afternoon. Wallace and I ran some with empty canoe, and then went
back for our dunnage, while Mr. Hubbard would fish. It got very
cold in the afternoon. Mr. Hubbard caught about twenty little
trout. Looking forward we hoped next day to get to our old camp,
Camp Caribou, where we killed our caribou August 12th. We thought
that may be we will find some of the old bones so as to make some
broth, thinking it would help us some. We camped just near the
river where we could get lots of wood, and have a good camp fire so
we could sit beside the camp fire and have a good talk about home.
Mr. Hubbard tells me he will get a room for me in New York. He
again that night asked me to stay with him a couple of months in
Congers before I go home to Missanabie, and also to pay him a visit
real often, and also that he would never go out doing any
travelling without me.
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