I told him I would try to get one or two
more at Northwest River post.
Thursday, Noveinber 5th.--In the morning Wallace and I started off
from Allan's house. When we got to the mouth of the river we could
not go any farther. Snowing very hard and could not see any
distance, and the wind against us. We stayed at the mouth of the
river till in the evening. The wind shifted to the northwest, and
we sailed across to Cape Blanc, just opposite the Nascaupee. We
went to a little shack I knew. When we passed here in the summer
we saw the shack just near the lake. This was the little shack
where I thought I might find some food or, perhaps, find some
trappers when I was coming down the Susan; but it was just a little
shack or tilt for the trappers' use when travelling along Grand
Lake, just big enough for two men to sleep in. Wallace and I were
glad to get in, and a little stove in too, and nice and warm.
In the morning, Nov. 6th, nice wind and fair for us, and got to
Northwest River. The people were so sorry to hear the sad news of
Mr. Hubbard, especially those who have seen him.
I also came across Mr. Bakie, who knew about Beaver River, and
enquires if we came to where it branches and connects again, on the
south side of a high half barren hill.
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