Hubbard said, "If it was your father, George, you couldn't try
harder to save."
Wallace came back to Hubbard again, and cried like a child and
kissed him; and again I went to him and kissed him and he kissed
me, and said again, "The Lord help you, George."
He was then so weak that be could hardly speak.
We came away.
TRYING TO GET HELP
When we left Mr. Hubbard an east and raw wind was blowing, and soon
rain began, and heavy rain all way, and were soaked to the skin,
and made poor time. We followed the river as it ran out into Grand
Lake. The least thing we tripped on we would fall, and it would be
some time before we could get up. Or we went too near a tree, that
a branch would catch on us, would pull us down. At dark we stopped
for the night. The trees were very small, and we couldn't get any
shelter at all, and hard to get wood with no axe. We pulled
together some half rotten lain trees. Our fire wouldn't burn
hardly, and couldn't dry our things, and had to sit up all night
with wet clothes on, near our fire, or rather near our smoke, as
the wood being too rotten that it wouldn't burn. About two o'clock
the wind turned westward, the rain ceased, but it began to snow
very hard.
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