- Slept some last night, lying on two dead
spruce tops, too wet and cold to sleep very well. Mosquitoes
awful. George went to my river. Wallace and I took canoe and went
into lake north of here. Cuttings, winter. George found river to
be big and deep. Straight, as though from Michikamau. Don't
believe this little creek of a Northwest comes from there. Will
portage to this river and try it.
Friday, August 7th. - Portaged 2 miles to river on our south; good
paddling save for a rapid now and then. So big we think, Low's map
to the contrary, that it comes from Michikamau. Anyway it comes
from that way and will carry us a piece toward the big lake. No
cuttings. Big trout despite east wind. Caught about fifteen.
Cold wind drove away flies. Fire between big rocks. Moon over
bluffs beyond. Fine evening. Fine river. Fine world. Life worth
living.
Saturday, August 8th. - Nasty, cold, east wind. Went 4 1/2 miles
through it all in good river with six short portages first three-
quarter mile, and stopped about 1 P.M. to make Sunday camp and get
fish. Put out net, ate our dried fish and by hard labour got a few
more for supper. Only a bit of bread a day now, no grease, save a
little bacon. All hungry for flour and meat.
Sunday, August 9th. - Raining this morning and most of the P.M.
Cold, east wind.
