I
told him about which river we followed, the one at the head of the
lake. He then tells me that we have taken the wrong river, and
that the river we have followed was the Susan River.
Then I asked him, "What river was this one I crossed with the
raft?"
He says, "That river was Beaver Brook or Beaver River."
Then I learnt that this Beaver River was the Big River where we
left our canoe, and my thoughts were, "Oh! that if we had followed
the Big River, we would have all got out safe," and I could not
forget about it, and felt so sorry about it.
Donald got ready to start in the morning. He told me of two men 7
miles from here. I told him it would be better if we could get the
other two men, as they would make better time and have lighter
loads. So they started off the same night in their boat, and got
the two men, Allan Goudy and Duncan M'Lean.
Wednesday morning, October 28th. - Donald and three more started off
in their boat part of the way. They had their snowshoes also.
Taking lots of grub and some spare sealskin boots and some other
clothes, as I told them how the boys were rigged when I left them.
I wanted to go with them too; but they said they were going to
travel at night too, and thought I would not be able to stand it
out.
