A Woman's Way Through Unknown Labrador An Account Of The Exploration Of The Nascaupee And George Rivers By Mrs. Leonidas Hubbard, Junior
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Thermometer out
of order. Lat. 53 degrees 57 minutes. I hate to see August end
with us so far from the George River, or so perplexed as to the
road. We are in camp now, on the stream we reached last night. I
am writing and figuring in the early morning. The whole character
of our country changes here. Ridges and hills extending into
mountains on the north. Must know what lies there before we
proceed. George will scout. Wallace and I will dry fish. While
George was scouting, I lay in tent awhile, too weak to fish even.
Fish not biting though. Oh, but I'll be happy to see Michikamau!
George returned late. Climbed mountains to north. Reports fair
line of travel to northwest, long lakes and tolerable portages.
Will go that way, I think. Wallace got a few trout. George killed
two partridges with my pistol.
Tuesday, September 1st. - West wind. Fair, warm. Very weak to-day.
Our stuff so light now we can take all but canoe at one trip over
portage. Have just crossed portage from lake by yesterday's camp,
to other lakelet N.W. Boys gone back for canoe. I sit here and
write. Very rough portaging here, all rocks and knolls. Little
clear lakes between. Have to put canoe into water every 40 rods or
so. Shot a plover with pistol to cook with George's partridges.
Later. Made about 4 1/2 miles. Caught about thirty-five trout at
edge of lake where stream empties.
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