Ate half stick of erbswurst. Good camp-
fire, but I rather blue and no one talkative. So hungry for home -
and fish.
Friday, October 2nd. - Cold west wind. Temp. 30 degrees. Cold -
snowed a bit in the evening. Took packs early in day and hurried
across to tamarack pole fishing place. Only two trout before noon.
Ate them with pea meal and boys went back for the canoe. Only two
days, and easy ones, to our big lake. Then only two days to the
river with its good fishing. That makes us feel good. It means a
good piece nearer home.
Saturday, October 3rd. - Bright crisp morning. Temp. 21 degrees.
Snow squalls. Left tamarack pole place and portaged south over old
route, crossing lakes, etc., to our camp of 29th August, on little
pond. Wet feet and cold, but not a bad day. I lugged all the
packs and boys canoe. Beautiful moon and clear night. All sat
late by camp fire talking and thinking of home. Pleased to have
another fair march back of us - happy.
Sunday, October 4th. - Temp. 10 degrees. Bright clear cold A.M.
Everything frozen in morning. Pond frozen over. Two trout left.
One for breakfast, boiled with erbswurst. Portaged to lake about
three-quarter mile away. Crossed it. Some ice to annoy. George
borrowed Wallace's pistol saying he saw a partridge. He killed
four. Lord's with us. We need 'em bad.
