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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Ate For Breakfast Bit Of
Skin From Old Caribou Head, Boiled With Bone Broth.
At lunch on
Montagnais Lake, same, but skin was from old caribou hide, which we
had carried to mend moccasins.
Were almost to our second camp
where we ate first goose, when I got shaky and busted and had to
stop. Wallace came back and got my pack and I walked to camp
unloaded. In P.M. George shot three partridges which jumped up
before us in a swamp. Killed them with my pistol. Made us very
happy. Ate one for supper, OH! how good. In spite of my weakness
I was happy to-night. I remember a similar happiness once after I
went to New York. I got caught in rain, had no car fare, got
soaked, spent last 10 cents for rolls and crullers, then crawled
into bed to get dry and eat, not knowing where the next meal would
come from. Talk of home. George not thinking now of eating of
recent years, but just the things his mother used to make for him
as a child. Same way with Wallace and me, save that I think of
what M. and I have eaten that she made.
Sunday, October 18th. - Alone in camp - junction of Nascaupee and
some other stream - estimated (overestimated I hope) distance above
head of Grand Lake, 33 miles. For two days past we have travelled
down our old trail with light packs. We left a lot of flour wet -
about 11 miles below here, 12 miles (approximately) below that
about a pound of milk powder, 4 miles below that about 4 pounds of
lard.
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