Monday, August 3rd.—­Temp. 6 A.M. 56 degrees.  Big day.  At foot of a portage as we were getting ready to pack, I saw four wild geese coming down stream.  Grabbed rifle, four cartridges in it.  George got Wallace’s rifle.  All dropped waiting for them to come round bend, 30 ft. away.  George and I shot at once, both hitting leader.  All started flapping along on top of water, up stream.  I emptied my rifle on them, going at 40 to 50 yards, killing two more.  Drew pistol and ran up and into stream and shot fourth in neck.  Got all and threw fits of joy.  Need ’em just now badly for grub.  Through little lake beginning at head of water, quarter of a mile above, into meadow, fresh beaver house.  At foot of rapid water, below junction of two streams, ate lunch.  Trout half to three-quarter pounds making water boil.  Caught several.  From this point to where river branches to two creeks, we scouted.  Think found old Montagnais portage.  To-night heap big feed.  George built fire as for bread-baking.

Tuesday, August 4th.—­Temp. 6 A.M. 56 degrees.  Portaged 1 mile to Montagnais Lake.  Portage ran through bogs and over low ridges.  I sat on edge of lake looking at rod, when a caribou waded into lake, not 100 feet away.  Rifle at other end of portage.  Hoped to find inlet to lake, but only one ends in bog.  Lots of old cuttings at northwest corner of lake; two old wigwams.  Troubled to know where to go from here.  All scouted whole afternoon.  Lake 1 mile west.  Old trail runs towards it.  George thinks caribou trail, no cuttings found on it yet.  I think portage.  Looks like portage we have followed and runs in right direction.

Wedncsday, August 5th.—­Portaged from camp on Montagnais Lake, 1 mile west to another lake.  No signs of Indians here.  Camped at west end of this.  Saw two caribou.  Dropped pack and grabbed rifle; was waiting for them 250 yards away when a cussed little long-legged bird scared them.  At point near camp where lakes meet, I cast a fly, and half pound and pound fontanalis, as fast as I could pull them out.  What a feed at 2 P.M. lunch.  Climbing ridge, saw that lake empties by little strait into another small lake just alongside, at south.  Stream flows from that south.  Therefore we are on Hamilton River waters.  George and I went scouting to bluffs we saw from trees on ridge.  Both lost.  George got back before dark.  I spent night on hill, 2 miles southwest.  No matches or grub.  Scared a little.  Heard big river, found it flows southeast.  Must go into Hamilton, but it is a big one, several times as big as the Northwest at its biggest.  Where does it come from?  Can it be Michikamau?

Thursday, August 6th.—­Slept some last night, lying on two dead spruce tops, too wet and cold to sleep very well.  Mosquitoes awful.  George went to my river.  Wallace and I took canoe and went into lake north of here.  Cuttings, winter.  George found river to be big and deep.  Straight, as though from Michikamau.  Don’t believe this little creek of a Northwest comes from there.  Will portage to this river and try it.