Looking forward we hoped next day to get to our old camp,
Camp Caribou, where we killed our caribou August 12th. We thought
that may be we will find some of the old bones so as to make some
broth, thinking it would help us some. We camped just near the
river where we could get lots of wood, and have a good camp fire so
we could sit beside the camp fire and have a good talk about home.
Mr. Hubbard tells me he will get a room for me in New York. He
again that night asked me to stay with him a couple of months in
Congers before I go home to Missanabie, and also to pay him a visit
real often, and also that he would never go out doing any
travelling without me.
He said, "I am sure Mrs. Hubbard will not be able to do enough for
you, especially when she knows how good you have been to me. I
would like to have you come with me to Michigan. I am sure my
sister would like to have you tell them the story about our trip."
Sunday, October llth. - Had four small trout for lunch, only little
larger than a sardine. Late in the evening we came to our old
camp, where we had the caribou. Most of the bones were carried off
by some animals. Picked up all we could find and made some broth,
and very, very strong broth too, which I suppose no one could
hardly believe that any human being could eat. The bones were full
of maggots, and when it boiled for some time the maggots would boil
out. It just looked like if it had been little rice in it. We
drunk it up maggots and all. It was pretty high, but found it
good. Nothing was too bad for us to eat.
Monday, October 12th. - Fine day. In the morning we had bone broth
again and tea. We started off carrying all the bones we could find
in our pail, also taking the caribou horns with us. At noon we had
broth and piece of the hide we got off from the caribou horns. In
the evening we came to a rapid. Hubbard and I nearly swamped the
canoe, and part of the rapid was too rough to run. It was only
just a short lift over, about 100 feet. The three of us took the
canoe, and before getting over we dropped it. We were getting so
weak that it took the three of us to carry the canoe, and yet we
couldn't even that distance. We looked at each other, but none
complained of his weakness. We found we could not go any farther
without something to eat. We ate one of Mr. Hubbard's old
moccasins, made out of caribou skin, that he made himself. We
boiled it in the frying pan, till it got kind of soft, and we
shared in three parts.
