George worked like a hero.
Tuesday, July 21st. - Minimum temp. 36 degrees. Trapped bad three-
quarter mile. George and I scouted ahead 6 miles. Climbed hills
600 feet high. Caribou and bear tracks. Crossed two or three
creeks. Found old trail and wigwam poles and wood. George says
winter camp from size of wood; can't follow it. Tracked quarter
mile more, and started on long portage. Went half mile and camped.
Flies bad; gets cold after dark, then no flies. Stars, fir tops,
crisp air, camp fire, sound of river, hopeful hearts. Nasty hard
work, but this pays for it.
Wednesday, July 22nd. - Minimum temp. 33 degrees, 60 degrees in tent
at 6 A.M. Torture. All work to cross 2 1/2 mile portage. Sun
awful. Flies hellish. All too tired to eat at noon. Cold tea and
cold erbswurst. Cached 80 rounds 45-70 cartridges, 300-22s. too
heavy. Too tired at last to mind flies. Rested hour under tent
front, all of us. Diarrhoea got me - too much water drinking
yesterday I guess. Shot partridge, first seen on trip. Jumped up
on log before me, waited for me to drop pack and load pistol. Camp
on partridge point. Bird seasoned a pot of erbswurst. Dreamed
about home as I worked and rested.
Thursday, July 23rd. - George and Wallace scouted for trails and
lakes. I lay in tent, diarrhoea. Took Sun Cholera Mixture. Tore
leaves from Low's book and cover from this diary.
