Monday, August 17th.—­Temp. at 4.30 A.M. 29 degrees.  Temp. noon 59 degrees.  Ice on cups.  First of season.  Beautiful, clear day, north wind, slight.  Flies bad in P.M.  Went west of north 3 miles, following river to where it began to expand into lakes.  Noon observation 53 degrees 43 minutes 19 seconds.  Yesterday’s observation wrong I think.  In A.M. fished few minutes at foot of short rapids.  About forty trout, one 16 inches long, biggest yet.  Caught most on fins.  Ate all for noon lunch, stopping at sand-beach on shore of very pretty little lake expansion.  Had coffee too.  In P.M. we turned west into some long narrow lakes, that extend into mountains, and have a current coming out.  George and Wallace think from a previous look, that here is a portage trail to Michikamau’s southeast bay.  George explored while I worked at skin.  George returned.  No good so far as he saw, to cross here, but he did not do the thing thoroughly.  However, I’ll let it drop, for I believe the river goes east and north, and then west and breaks through mountains to Michikamau.  Worried some.  Time short and way not clear, but we’ll get there if we have to take the canoe apart and walk across.  May have to stay late on the George, and have to snowshoe to Northwest River and then across; but if it comes to that we’ll do it.  This snowshoe to Northwest River and then across to the St. Lawrence, by Kenamon and St. Augustine Rivers, appeals to me.  Lots of old wigwams about, summer and winter.  Stove was used in one.  I think Indians hunted here.  Caribou tracks on barren mountains.

Tuesday, August 18th.—­Temp. 28 degrees at 4 A.M.  Clear sky in morning.  Much worried last night and this morning, about way to Michikamau.  Started early, ready to go at the job harder than ever.  Lake expansions, rapids, no signs of Indians.  Afraid this a bad stretch which Indians avoided.  Stopped at 10 A.M. for tea.  Caught fourteen big trout there, in few minutes.  Then river opened into long narrow lakes, and the going was bully.  It turned west, or we did (it came from the west) and went into the mountains, and we fairly shouted for joy.  George saw caribou.  Turned out to be geese.  Chased ahead them on bank.  Shot old goose as she lay low in water, swimming and hiding.  Broke old one’s wing and took off leg.  Then missed four shots.  Gander took to woods.  George took after young and killed one with pistol.  Came and helped get wounded goose.  Great chase.  Trout, pounders, jumping like greedy hogs to fly.  Took about fifty while boys were making two short portages in P.M.  Bread, small loaf, coffee, sugar, goose, trout for supper.  Big feed in celebration geese and good water.  At end of to-day’s course turned to right into wrong channel, into little narrow lake half mile long, prettiest I ever saw.  Big barren bluff rises from water on north, barren mountains a few miles to west, ridge of green to west, sun setting in faces to contrast and darken, two loons laughing, two otters swimming in lake.  One seemed afraid and dived; other more bold, looked at us.  Hoped to kill it to settle question of species, but did not get near enough.  Good water ahead.  Hope we are on the road to Michikamau.