A Woman's Way Through Unknown Labrador An Account Of The Exploration Of The Nascaupee And George Rivers By Mrs. Leonidas Hubbard, Junior
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I Sprang Up With A
Shriek But Suddenly Remembered He Really Must Be Dead After All,
And Returned To My Task.
Presently Job emerged from the bushes to
see what was the trouble.
He suggested that I had better let him
clean the fish, but I declined. Finally I did get the head off,
and soon carried my fish to the camp in triumph. The big one was
boiled for supper, and, oh! how good it tasted, for all were
desperately hungry. The night was clear and cold, and after supper
I sat at the camp fire till quite late - reluctant to leave it.
Finally it died down, and leaving the glowing embers to burn
themselves out, I went to my tent.
We were off early next morning with a fine southwest wind, and were
at the head of the lake sooner than we had expected. From here we
had to cross almost to the west shore to reach the bay at the north
end of the lake. It had grown rough since we left camp, and it did
not seem to me that we could get to the point, for it meant running
into the wind part of the way. It was an exciting hour's work, and
the men were very quiet. There was none of the usual merry chat.
Evidently a storm was coming, and unless we could pass that long,
rocky point, and win the shelter of the bay beyond, we might be
delayed for days. The big waves came rolling up the lake, and as
each reached us the bottom of the canoe was tipped towards it a
little to prevent its coming over, and George's head turned
slightly to see how it was treating his charge.
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