Trout. I caught 1 lb. Namaycush
heads and guts and my trout for supper. Boiled with last of flour.
Hungry and a bit weak, but all cheerful. Sat late by roaring camp
fire. Very depressing this, getting wind bound so often just when
we are trying to get fish ahead for our long portage towards home.
Have thought a good deal about home. It seems to me I'll never be
willing to leave it again. I don't believe I'll want any more
trips too hard for M. to share. Her companionship and our home
life are better than a great trip. So it seems to me.
Saturday, September 19th. - Rain and snow last night, temp. 32
degrees. Gale from northwest all day. Wind bound in camp all day.
Lay in tent almost all the time. Spits of snow. No breakfast.
Bit of fish and its liquor for lunch. Same with a dash of pea meal
at night. Oh! to be away from this lake and its gales and to be
started home! Last night we quit rolling in blankets and made bed
to keep warm. All three crawled in. Warmer than other way. Quite
comfortable all night. Plan a great deal for the future. I am
planning to give more time to home. Less fretting and more home
life. I've let my ambitions worry me. More time for my meals when
I get home and more for my wife and our friends. I want to give
one or two little dinners in the woods when we get back and while
George is there. A turkey roast like a goose. Stuffed. Potatoes,
bannocks, made while the turkey is roasting, one of George's
puddings, coffee and maple cream.
Sunday, September 20th. - Temp. 6 A.M. 29 degrees. Morning bright
and clear. Light N.W. wind. Showers in P.M. Squally. To-night
we are starting for Northwest River Post. When we reach the big
river we can I think nearly live on the fish we get there. From
there too, there are more signs of caribou. About four days more
and we ought to reach a remnant of flour we threw away. It was wet
and lumpy, but we will welcome it now. It, if it is usable, will
see us to the head of Grand Lake, where Skipper Blake has a cache,
I think, in a winter hunting shanty. It promises to be a hungry
trip, but it is a man's game. Now that we are starting home I am
content with the trip and the material. We've done all we could.
Our minds turn to home even more and we are anxious to be back. So
hungry to see all the old friends.
Tuesday, September 22nd. - Temp. 38 degrees. N.W. wind. Rain in
morning and by spells all day. All feel stronger today than
yesterday. Tried to stalk goose in bad swamp.
