I did not know what to do with myself at last.  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?  Then I looked round if I could find an axe, and found two, one small and the other large.

I took the big axe and said, “This one would come handy to use to make my raft with, and the little one I would take along with me in the bush, and those sealskin boots I would wear.”

And also found three pair snowshoes.  I also picked out the pair I would have taken and said, “This pair I would take.”

Then I went in his house and found two barrels of flour.

So I said, “Well, after all I would have found more flour than I could carry to take up to the boys,” for I told them when I left, that if I found grub any place on the road, and no one there, I will just help myself and try and bring up a load.  In that house I spent some time, thinking and planning of what I would have done.

Friday, October 30th.—­I was staying at Donald’s, killing quite a few partridges and making myself at home; but yet not feeling very happy, as I did not get much rest at nights, thinking about Mr. Hubbard and anxious to hear from them soon.  I had good hopes of Mr. Wallace, because the mouldy flour he had would yet keep him alive.  And my troubles were:  “Now I feel safe and in good hopes of getting home; but should Mr. Hubbard and Wallace starve in there, the people may not believe me in what I say, and will think that I run away from them, and haven’t done fair whatever,” and when I got home I would get in trouble, after I had done all I could for them as well as myself.

When I would wake up at night it would just come into my mind.  And more than that, Mr. Hubbard had been so good to me, and to remember what a friend he was, and what a brave man he was.  Oh! wasn’t he a brave man.  I have seen a good many fine people in my time; but I never have seen a man like Hubbard, and I never expect to see another.