Meeting me she looked so scared. Then I
shook hands with her, and told her where I came from. She took me
in the house and told me to sit down. But I was - well I could not
say how I was and how glad I was.
After I had some tea and bread, I went for my little bundle and the
partridges I shot. When I got back, a bed was fixed up for me and
a shift of dry clothes. She did not know what to think of me when
first seeing me, and also being all wet and nearly barefooted. She
was the wife of Donald Blake.
When I came there at Donald's I had six partridges, and a piece of
porcupine and about half of the flour I started off with, and all
the bones of the porcupine that I carried along with me.
TOO LATE
Very soon Donald Blake and his brother came home. I told him of
our sad trip, and asked him if he could go up and take grub to Mr.
Hubbard and Wallace.
"Which river did you follow this summer?" Donald asks me.
"The Nascaupee River," I said, "and I came down by the same river
again."
"When did you come out to Grand Lake?" he said.
"Yesterday," I replied.
"And how did you get across the lake?
