rancid taste, but we relished it.  Roasted hard part of hoofs in fire, ate them.  Half rubber, half leather, but heap better than nothing.  For lunch the same with skin from velvet horns added.  Latter boiled up and was very good.  At night some bones boiled to make broth, skin from head added.  Part of mine I could eat boiled.  Part from nose very thick and had to be roasted first.  Good.  Sat by camp fire long time.  Very sleepy.  Talked of home and friends and grub and plans.

Tuesday, October 13th.—­Lightened our packs a bit, throwing away more or less useless stuff at old shack, where we had a rainy night.  Pot of tea at Rainy Sunday Camp.  All very hungry and weak.  Camped below Rainy Sunday Camp.  Tried wenastica, not bad.  Not much taste to it.  Thinking all time of home and M. and parents and Congers and Wurtsboro’ and childhood and country.

Wednesday, October 14th.—­Caribou bones, boiled into broth for breakfast.  Then George shot a duck.  Came back.  “Lord surely guided that bullet,” said he reverently.  He had killed a wonderfully fat duck.  Oh! but it was good and greasy.  Made bully lunch boiled, and good pot of broth.  Left river where we entered it.  Left canoe, sextant box, artificial horizon and my fishing-rod.  Packs still too heavy for our strength.  Little progress.  Reached old camp where we left lakes for big river.  Hoped fish.  No bites.  Cold east wind.  Big fire.  All cheerful.  Just bone broth and a bit of wenastica for supper.  Must lighten packs to limit.  Count on bit of flour 22 miles from here.  Here George found two old goose heads and some bones we left.  Saved them for breakfast.  All gnawed some charred bones.  George found three tiny slices of bacon in old lard can we left—­one each.  How good they were.  The scrapings of lard he melted for the broth pot.  We have 1 1/6 lbs. pea meal left.  No other grub but tea.  We think this will take us to our bit of flour, if it is still left, and Blake has a cache, we think, at the head of Grand Lake about 24 miles beyond that.  Hope to get out 0.K.  Count on berries to help us.  Had some moss berries to-day.

Thursday, October 15th.—­Dreamed last night came to New York, found M. and had my first meal with her.  How I hated to find it a dream.  Lightened packs a good deal.  Left Wallace’s rifle, cartridges, rod, my cleaning rod, my sextant and 15 films and other things, cached in bushes at left side of little stream between two lakes.  Wallace hated to leave his rifle, I hated to leave other stuff.  Spent most of forenoon getting ready.  Ate for breakfast bit of skin from old caribou head, boiled with bone broth.  At lunch on Montagnais Lake, same, but skin was from old caribou hide, which we had carried to mend moccasins.  Were almost to our second camp where we ate first goose, when I got shaky and busted and had to stop.  Wallace came back and got my pack and I walked to camp unloaded.