We traveled 2 miles from the Big River that
afternoon. We found our packs too heavy to carry, and decided to
lighten up in the morning.
That evening Mr. Hubbard said, "Mrs. Hubbard this evening will be
now at dinner, and after her meal will finish with lot more on the
table. Oh, if she could only hand me a piece of bread!"
Thursday morning, October 15th. - We threw away lots of dunnage,
also some films and one rifle. Mr. Hubbard was very sorry to leave
his flask. He had often spoken of it being a present from Mrs.
Hubbard.
I shot three partridges after noon with the pistol. We were so
glad. Mr. Hubbard was more than glad. He came and shook hands
with me.
We were trying to reach our old camping place on our way up, Goose
Camp we called it, but we were all feeling so very weak especially
Mr. Hubbard. At last he could not go any farther. I told him it
was about 40 yards to where our old camp was. So we made him leave
his load and he followed us. I, with the greatest hurry, started a
fire and made him a cup of tea.
