He also told Wallace if he got out to write the story for Mrs.
Hubbard.
Mr. Hubbard was very sleepy. So we did not sit up so long as we
have done before. Mr. Wallace read three chapters to us. Mr.
Hubbard chose thirteenth chapter First Corinthians, and I the
seventeenth chapter St. John's Gospel, and Mr. Wallace fourteenth
chapter St. John. Mr. Hubbard fell asleep when Mr. Wallace was
nearly through reading the second chapter, that is, the seventeenth
chapter. Mr. Hubbard slept good all night, and hardly ever moved
till morning, when I wakened him and gave him a cup of hot tea and
some bone broth. I also slept good all night and didn't hardly
wake up till just before daylight. Mr. Wallace kept on a fire all
night and wrote a farewell letter to his sisters.
Sunday morning, October 18th, I got up and boiled those bones
again, putting in just a little of the pea meal in the broth, and
also tea we had for breakfast. We had yet a half pound of the pea
meal that we had carried for some time.
We were to start early, and seeing Mr. Hubbard still weaker than he
was last night, and was not able to go any farther, it was late
when we started. We were so sorry to part, and almost discouraged
to try and go any farther, but we thought we would try our best any
way to help him. We were only going to take a cup each and a
little tea pail. No blanket. Found too weak to carry anything,
but Mr. Hubbard made us take a part of a blanket each. We only had
two pair blankets. My blanket I had left behind a few days ago.
So Mr. Hubbard told Mr. Wallace, "If you don't want to tear your
blankets, you can tear my blankets in half, and each have a piece.
It will be only one and half pound each to carry. Then I can use
your blankets while you're away."
Then we tore Mr. Hubbard's blankets, and Wallace and I took each a
piece. Also he made us take the rest of the pea meal and little
tea. We left him little tea and the bones and piece of flour bag
we found, with little mouldy lumps of flour sticking to the bag,
and the neighbour of the other moccasin we had eaten.
Mr. Hubbard said, "After you go I will do some writing and will
write a letter to Mrs. Hubbard."
Mr. Hubbard took his pistol off from his belt and gave me to take
along. He also handed me his knife and told me to leave the
crooked knife I had to him. I didn't want to take his pistol. I
was thinking about a pistol too. I thought when Wallace and I
parted I could ask him for his pistol; but Mr. Hubbard told me,
"You must take the pistol.
