Tuesday, the 25th.—­The day, by the way, that the Julia Decker and party arrived at Rigolette according to plans, expecting to find the whole Grand River party, and instead found only Young and Smith, who had been waiting there about a week.  Rafting was continued in a heavy rain down to the Mininipi Rapids over which the raft was nearly carried against the will of the occupants.  At the foot of these rapids a thirty mile tramp was begun, the raft that had carried them so well for forty-five miles being abandoned, which took them past the Horse Shoe and Gull Island Rapids and occupied most of the two following days.  The tracking was fair, and as starvation was over pretty good time was made.

Thursday, the 27th.—­A raft was made early in the morning that took them by the Porcupine Rapids and landed them safely, though well soaked, at the head of the first falls.  Camp was made that night at the first cache below the falls, forty miles having been covered during the day.

[The last pistol shot] Friday, they fully expected to reach Joe Michelin’s house and get the relief that was sadly needed, but as the necessity for keeping up became less imperative, their weakness began to tell on them more.  Cary’s shoes became so bad that going barefoot was preferable, except over the sharpest rocks, and Cole’s feet had become so sore that as a last resort his coat sleeves were cut off and served as a cross between stockings and boots.  They were doomed to disappointment, however, and compelled to camp at nightfall with four or five miles bad travelling and the wide river between them and the house.  Fires were made in hopes of attracting the trapper’s attention and inducing him to cross the river in his boat, but as they learned the next day, though they were seen, the dark rainy night prevented his going over to find out what they meant.  The last shot cartridge was used that night on a partridge, and the red squirrels went unmolested thereafter.  This last shot deserves more than a passing notice.  In one sense these shot cartridges for Cole’s pistol were their salvation.  Just before the expedition started from Rockland it was remarked in conversation that the boat crew under DeLong, in the ill-fated expedition of the “Jeanette”, met their death by starvation in the delta of the Lena, with the exception of two, Naros and Nindermann, simply because their hunter, Naros, had only a rifle with ball cartridges, the shot guns having been left on board the “Jeanette;” that on the delta there was quite an abundance of small birds which it was almost impossible to kill by a bullet and even when killed by a lucky shot, little was left of the bird.  Cole was impressed by these facts and upon inquiring ascertained that the pistol shot cartridges ordered by the expedition had been overlooked.  He energetically set about supplying the lack, and after persistent search, almost at the last hour, succeeded in finding a small stock in the city, which he bought out.  To the remnant of this stock which escaped the fire at Burnt Cache camp, as has been said, is the escape of Cary and Cole from starvation largely due.