We were so glad to have him come again.
March 16th.--Stormy and cold. Last night very cold. We have to
keep fire on all night, and especially when we have no blankets.
Our toboggans being so rimey to-day, and very often scraped the
rime off so as it wouldn't draw so hard.
March 17th.--The weather changed and settled down, and made a good
day's journey to-day.
March 18th.--To-day I shot six partridges with the pistol. This
evening I knew we were coming opposite where we left the cartridges
in the summer. It was in July, when one day Mr. Hubbard thought he
had too many cartridges, and we took and dug in the sand and left
them and covered them up, about five hundred rifle and pistol
cartridges. So I told Mr. Blake and Duncan about it, and left our
loads there and crossed over to where I thought it would be. We
hadn't marked the place, for any way we thought of never coming
back that way again. We came to the place where I thought we had
left them, and dug into the snow. The boys were not sure about it
at all, and thinking that I would not find the cartridges.
When we came to the sand they asked me, "Is this the place?"
I said, "Yes.
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