But for some time after, about three weeks,
we suffered in our breast every time we ate, and so very, very
hungry all the time for more to eat. We then suffered nearly as
much as we did when we were first out of grub.
Next day Mrs. Blake telling me, "Donald built this house this fall.
It is a little over a week since we moved into our new house. And
the other house you see over there is Mr. Bakie's house. He is not
up yet. He is yet at the Northwest River post."
So I thought, "If Donald hadn't come up here when I came past!!! - I
guess I will just go into Mr. Bakie's house and see if I would have
found any thing there."
I went in his little store first, it wasn't locked, and found a few
pounds of flour and some bits of pork in a keg, and about twenty
pounds butter and also a good pair of sealskin boots.
So I said to myself, "Well, I guess I could find a load of grub
here and take a load back to Mr. Hubbard and Wallace."
But I thought about the river, and how would I get a load back
across the river? Then I looked round if I could find an axe, and
found two, one small and the other large.
I took the big axe and said, "This one would come handy to use to
make my raft with, and the little one I would take along with me in
the bush, and those sealskin boots I would wear."
And also found three pair snowshoes. I also picked out the pair I
would have taken and said, "This pair I would take."
Then I went in his house and found two barrels of flour.
So I said, "Well, after all I would have found more flour than I
could carry to take up to the boys," for I told them when I left,
that if I found grub any place on the road, and no one there, I
will just help myself and try and bring up a load. In that house I
spent some time, thinking and planning of what I would have done.
Friday, October 30th. - I was staying at Donald's, killing quite a
few partridges and making myself at home; but yet not feeling very
happy, as I did not get much rest at nights, thinking about Mr.
Hubbard and anxious to hear from them soon. I had good hopes of
Mr. Wallace, because the mouldy flour he had would yet keep him
alive. And my troubles were: "Now I feel safe and in good hopes of
getting home; but should Mr. Hubbard and Wallace starve in there,
the people may not believe me in what I say, and will think that I
run away from them, and haven't done fair whatever," and when I got
home I would get in trouble, after I had done all I could for them
as well as myself.
