When I came there at Donald's I had six partridges, and a piece of
porcupine and about half of the flour I started off with, and all
the bones of the porcupine that I carried along with me.
TOO LATE
Very soon Donald Blake and his brother came home. I told him of
our sad trip, and asked him if he could go up and take grub to Mr.
Hubbard and Wallace.
"Which river did you follow this summer?" Donald asks me.
"The Nascaupee River," I said, "and I came down by the same river
again."
"When did you come out to Grand Lake?" he said.
"Yesterday," I replied.
"And how did you get across the lake?
"I did not come across at all, but I followed the south shore all
the way."
Then he told me where the Nascaupee River was, and where it came
out from to the Grand Lake within 4 miles northeast from here. I
told him about which river we followed, the one at the head of the
lake. He then tells me that we have taken the wrong river, and
that the river we have followed was the Susan River.
Then I asked him, "What river was this one I crossed with the
raft?"
He says, "That river was Beaver Brook or Beaver River."
Then I learnt that this Beaver River was the Big River where we
left our canoe, and my thoughts were, "Oh! that if we had followed
the Big River, we would have all got out safe," and I could not
forget about it, and felt so sorry about it.
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