6th, nice wind and fair for us, and got to
Northwest River. The people were so sorry to hear the sad news of
Mr. Hubbard, especially those who have seen him.
I also came across Mr. Bakie, who knew about Beaver River, and
enquires if we came to where it branches and connects again, on the
south side of a high half barren hill.
I said, "Yes, that is just the place where we left our canoes and
went over to Susan Brook."
He tells me, "If you had come over that rapid where you left the
canoe, you would go 6 miles and just come to another. Only about
50 yards you would carry your canoe, and from there smooth and deep
water, no rapids, but swift current. Even if you didn't have the
strength of paddling, the swift current would have brought you
down, right down to my house."
Mr. Bakie lives just near Donald Blake's at Grand Lake, just near
the river - Beaver River. How sorry I was when we did not follow
Beaver River. It would only take us two days to come from where we
left the canoe to where Donald Blake or Mr. Bakie's house. Mr.
Bakie has his trapping on Beaver River, and he knew all about it,
and tells me that we had come over the worst part of the river.
