All very hungry in P.M. Stopped for pot of soup.
Found it getting dark and stopped to camp. Last meal of venison in
bag. Must get fish. Ate half our trout to-night, boiled and
thickened with flour. Drank last bit of cocoa. No sugar. Boys
not scared. No talk of quitting. Don't just see where we are
coming out.
Tuesday, September 8th. - Cold raw N.W. wind, no rain, partly clear.
Observation noon, 54 degrees l minute 21 seconds. Aired and dried
blankets. Followed stream down to very shoal bay of our big water,
which like the will-o'-wisp has led us on. Only ten trout, mostly
small. Weather too raw. Very depressing to have it so when meat
is out. On to caribou grounds is the watchword. Gave up trouting
and started west on our big lake. Stopped to climb mountain. Ate
some cranberries. Saw a few old caribou tracks. Big mountain to
west of us. Islands or something between, many low, flat, wooded.
Wednesday, September 9th. - BIG DAY. Warm, clear. Temp. 5 A.M. 29
degrees. Ice in cups. Slept without sweater or socks last night.
Cold but slept well. Beautiful cold crisp morning. Up at first
dawn. Inspiring, this good weather. George boiled a little bacon
and rice together, and a little flour made sort of porridge for
breakfast. Very, very good. No fish or game ahead.
