They would pretend that they didn't care for sugar, and refuse to
have some. Then I would ask them if they would have some bread or
some pie.
Mr. Hubbard would say, "PIE! What is pie? What do they use it
for? Do they eat it?"
This I did often to encourage them and myself, that we might forget
the danger ahead; but it was something impossible to forget, as the
hunger and weakness pained us, and I thought we would not be able
to go many more days if we don't succeed in killing anything.
That evening we hadn't the strength of chopping our wood. Just
gathered the small, dry pieces we found near our camp. We also put
up our camp in an easy way we thought. Three little poles were
required to keep up our tent. They were quite handy; but it took
me some time before I could cut them down.
That day at noon, when I left my dunnage bag with lots of films in,
and hung the bag on a short stump, Mr. Hubbard told me, "If we get
out safe to Northwest River, I think you or I might stay there this
winter, and try and get out some of the things we are leaving,
especially the films. If we could get out in time of the last trip
of the _Virginia Lake_, Wallace and you could go home.
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