Several bad
rapids. Shot them. George and I nearly came to grief in one. My
fault. Beautiful day. Fished a little, but no fish bit. Hope to
leave stream to-morrow, and that makes us happy. For breakfast
bones of caribou boiled to make greasy broth. Quite supply of
grease in it. Hoofs too boiled. Some gristle to these that was
good. Strong, rancid taste, but we relished it. Roasted hard part
of hoofs in fire, ate them. Half rubber, half leather, but heap
better than nothing. For lunch the same with skin from velvet
horns added. Latter boiled up and was very good. At night some
bones boiled to make broth, skin from head added. Part of mine I
could eat boiled. Part from nose very thick and had to be roasted
first. Good. Sat by camp fire long time. Very sleepy. Talked of
home and friends and grub and plans.
Tuesday, October 13th. - Lightened our packs a bit, throwing away
more or less useless stuff at old shack, where we had a rainy
night. Pot of tea at Rainy Sunday Camp. All very hungry and weak.
Camped below Rainy Sunday Camp. Tried wenastica, not bad. Not
much taste to it. Thinking all time of home and M. and parents and
Congers and Wurtsboro' and childhood and country.
Wednesday, October 14th. - Caribou bones, boiled into broth for
breakfast. Then George shot a duck. Came back. "Lord surely
guided that bullet," said he reverently.
