Then I thought to
try some hot water and started to vomit. It did me good. I felt
much better after. I knew when I was eating those biscuits, that
it wouldn't be good for me if I ate too much, but I couldn't help
it. But it learnt me a good lesson. Afterwards I took good care
not to eat too much. But for some time after, about three weeks,
we suffered in our breast every time we ate, and so very, very
hungry all the time for more to eat. We then suffered nearly as
much as we did when we were first out of grub.
Next day Mrs. Blake telling me, "Donald built this house this fall.
It is a little over a week since we moved into our new house. And
the other house you see over there is Mr. Bakie's house. He is not
up yet. He is yet at the Northwest River post."
So I thought, "If Donald hadn't come up here when I came past!!! - I
guess I will just go into Mr. Bakie's house and see if I would have
found any thing there."
I went in his little store first, it wasn't locked, and found a few
pounds of flour and some bits of pork in a keg, and about twenty
pounds butter and also a good pair of sealskin boots.
So I said to myself, "Well, I guess I could find a load of grub
here and take a load back to Mr. Hubbard and Wallace."
But I thought about the river, and how would I get a load back
across the river?
