If I hadn't killed the partridge we would never
have got to the flour.
We gathered some wood and made a fire. No trees at all so as to
break the wind. All barren and the wind sharp, and clear night.
We gathered enough wood for the night, and had the rest of the
partridge, and also some flour soup in our little tea pail, and
only wishing Mr. Hubbard was with us to enjoy the meal too. We
thought and talked about Mr. Hubbard all the time, although at the
same time having poor hopes of him. Mr. Wallace nearly blind and
suffering with his eyes.
I sat up all night and kept on a fire. I was very uneasy about
Wallace and afraid be would not be able to go back to Mr. Hubbard
with the flour; but in the morning he was better and we did some
patching on our old moccasins. We had some flour soup. Last night
I did not notice in the dark the colour of our soup, till this
morning when we had our breakfast about daylight. It was just
black with the mouldy flour; but we found it very good. Nothing
was too bad for us to eat. We were feeling good and fresh in the
morning and expecting to make good time in travelling. I took my
share of the flour, about two pounds, and gave Mr.
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