Friday, October 2nd.—­Cold west wind.  Temp. 30 degrees.  Cold—­ snowed a bit in the evening.  Took packs early in day and hurried across to tamarack pole fishing place.  Only two trout before noon.  Ate them with pea meal and boys went back for the canoe.  Only two days, and easy ones, to our big lake.  Then only two days to the river with its good fishing.  That makes us feel good.  It means a good piece nearer home.

Saturday, October 3rd.—­Bright crisp morning.  Temp. 21 degrees.  Snow squalls.  Left tamarack pole place and portaged south over old route, crossing lakes, etc., to our camp of 29th August, on little pond.  Wet feet and cold, but not a bad day.  I lugged all the packs and boys canoe.  Beautiful moon and clear night.  All sat late by camp fire talking and thinking of home.  Pleased to have another fair march back of us—­happy.

Sunday, October 4th.—­Temp. 10 degrees.  Bright clear cold A.M.  Everything frozen in morning.  Pond frozen over.  Two trout left.  One for breakfast, boiled with erbswurst.  Portaged to lake about three-quarter mile away.  Crossed it.  Some ice to annoy.  George borrowed Wallace’s pistol saying he saw a partridge.  He killed four.  Lord’s with us.  We need ’em bad.  I’m weak and nervous.  Must have vacation.  Wallace notices it.  Have not taken bath for two weeks, ashamed of my ribs which stick out like skeletons.

Monday, October 5th.—­Temp. 30 degrees.  Wind S.E.  Snow on the ground.  Up late.  Waited Wallace to mend moccasins.  Late start.  Crossed bad swamp to big lake, wading icy water.  Dried feet and drank cup soup.  Stopped island in P.M. to get berries.  All talk much of home now.  At camp fire George told me of his plans to get married and his love story.

Tuesday, October 6th.—­Temp. 48 degrees.  Rain and snow in A.M.  George shot partridge before breakfast.  Rained most of night.  Started expecting to portage to lake first west of Height of Land.  Got into rough sea, exciting time.  Found river of considerable size emptying into that lake.  Ran into it and prepared to finish in the morning.  George and I ran on rock shooting rapid.  Beautiful night—­cold.  Feel all cold.

Wednesday, October 7th.—­Thermometer out of order.  Heavy frost.  Ran down river into lake, west of barren mountain, climbed to scout on day after entering lake W. of Height of Land.  Stopped and fed well on our moss berries and cranberries.  Took some along.  Started Height of Land portage.  Happy to be back.  Very thin pea soup breakfast.  Some with berries for lunch.  Weak.

Thursday, October 8th.—­Thermometer N.G.  Very frosty.  Dreamed last night we were going out of bush, very weak and hungry.  Came to our old Michigan Farm and found mother.  Wonder where mother is now.  Do want a vacation at home or in Canada.  May be won’t need it after ride on steamer.  Finished Height of Land portage and came on to place where we dried caribou (second