Saturday, September 12th.—­Temp. 38 degrees.  High N.W. wind.  Clouds and clear by spells.  Dashes of snow.  We camped on a little island not far from the N.E. main land where we hope inlet is, just at dusk.  Ate big namaycush and were ready to push on early this morning.  Two meals of trout ahead.  Awoke this A.M. to find awful gale stirring the lake to fury.  No leaving.  Wallace and I stayed in tent mending.  I made pair of moccasins out of a pair of seal mittens and some old sacking.  Patched a pair of socks with duffel.  Not comfortable, but will do.  George went to canoe to get fish.  “That’s too bad,” said he.  “What?” I asked.  “Somebody’s taken the trout.”  “Who?” “Don’t know.  Otter or carcajou, maybe.”  And sure enough they were gone—­our day’s grub.  We all laughed—­there was nothing else to do.  So we had some thin soup, made with three thin slices of bacon in a big pot of water and just a bit of flour and rice stirred in.  One felt rather hungrier after eating it, but then we did not suffer or get weak.  It is very disappointing to be delayed like this; but we can only make the most of it and wait.  No game or fish on this island and no hopes of getting off till it calms.  So we are cheerful, and make the most of a good rest and a chance to mend; and we need both, though perhaps we need progress more.

Sunday, September 13th.—­Temp. 39 degrees 5 A.M.  High N.W. wind in A.M.  Clear, rain, sleet by spells.  Heavy wind continued this A.M.  Some more rice and bacon soup for breakfast.  Read Philemon aloud and told story of it.  Also 1st and 91st Psalm.  Found blue berries, and all ate.  At about one o’clock, wind dropped somewhat.  We started to hunt outlet into N.W.  River, supposed to be N.E. of island.  N.G.  Shot at goose—­missed.  Hooked big namaycush—­lost it.  Caught another 6 lbs.  Ate it for lunch about 4 P.M.  Picked gallon of cranberries.  Ate a pot stewed with a little flour for supper.  Enough for two meals left.  Not very satisfactory, but lots better than nothing.  Sat long by camp fire.

Monday, September 14th.—­Temp. 40 degrees 5 A.M.  High N.W. wind, clear and showers by spells.  Very much disappointed to find heavy gale blowing.  Could not leave shore.  Had breakfast of very thin soup.  Then all slept till nearly noon.  I dreamed again of being home.  Hungry all day.  George and I have decided that we must not start this way home before freezing up time.  Might get caught again by bad winds.  Better freeze on the George River with the Indians, save grub if we get any, and then snowshoe clear out.  Later by camp fire.  Hard to keep off depression to-night.  Wind continues and all hungry.