I was very, very cold, and had something to eat. I was
troubled very much and could not forget the river, and the ice
floating and rubbing against the shore, made things worse, to hear
that sound all night, and thinking if I only had a canoe, I could
get to Northwest River to-morrow. It was yet 40 miles to the post
Northwest River.
Tuesday, 27th, as soon as daylight I tried to wade across again the
same place; but things happened the same. Along the lake lots of
drift wood. I thought I better make a raft if I could. It was
blowing very heavy from the west. I got my raft made. My tump
line I made two pieces to tie the four corners of the raft, and my
leather belt I made another piece, and a piece of small salmon
twine I had at the other corner. I got a long pole so as to be
sure and touch bottom with it all the way across, as I was afraid
that the swift current would take me out into the lake and the
heavy sea would swamp me.
My raft was too small, and when I got on it I sunk down quite a
bit. I shoved out and came to the strong current, and the tide and
the ice overcame me, and took me out to the lake.
