But they wouldn't refuse. We dug down to the ground, 8 feet, and
just came on our little bundle we had left. The next was the same,
and the next, till we got everything we had thrown away, only one
bag yet with lots of films in. I remembered that I had hung it up
by a little strap, on a little stump in some swamp, and the trees
scattered. I thought I really could not guess at that place, and
told the boys; but we went on any way, till I thought we came to
the place. No tree near, only just a plain. At last we dug down a
piece any way. When we got down a piece we started to feel around
with our feet, and just came on the stump, and the bag still on.
Mr. Blake says, "I have been trapping now ever since I could, when
only a boy, and I think I know a little about travelling in the
bush now; but I could never find anything like you, and did not
miss one place, but came right on it every time. I would never
believe any one could do that if I did not see it myself."
Duncan said the same, and besides nothing to go by.
March 22nd.--Started back from the camp for Grand Lake. Each man
has a big load, for we have picked up lots. Duncan very bad with
snow blind.
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