time), at head of Ptarmigan Lake.  I caught four fish, small trout, while Wallace was going back for rifle, which he had left at far end of small lake.  Wallace came back with partridge.  This delayed us and we did not reach good fishing rapid.  Hoped to get trout there.  Did catch a few before—­failed to-night.  Bright crisp day too.  George very blue in consequence.  Wallace and I not worried.  Pea meal down to less than two pounds.  No other food save tea.  Thinking much of home and M., and our plans and old friends.  I want to keep better in touch with relatives everywhere and the country.  How I wish for that vacation in Michigan or Canada! or a good quiet time at Congers, and I am aching to write home sketches and stories that have come to my mind.  We talk much of future plans, and the camp fire continues to be a glorious meeting place.

Friday, October 9th.—­Reached good fishing hole at rapid where we caught so many trout on way up.  Got about fifty in P.M.  Glorious, crisp fall day.  Dried blankets.  Fifteen trout lunch; twelve supper; then six roast before bedtime.  Disappointing.  Hoped for some to dry.  Only one day’s slim fish ahead—­one and a half pounds pea meal.  No hopes of getting ahead fish to freeze up.  Must get out to civilisation.  Pretty weak all of us.

Saturday, October 10th.—­From rapid about half way to Camp Caribou.  Boys shot rapids while I fished.  Beautiful day till about noon.  Then cloudy and cold west wind.  Cheerful camp fire as always.  About twenty trout, nine boiled for supper.  Same for lunch.  Much talk of grub and restaurants, and our home going, much of George’s room in New York, of good days in Congers.  I want to go to Michigan and Canada and to Wurtsboro’.  Oh, to see my sweetheart and be home again!

Sunday, October 11th.—­Beautiful, clear day, cold.  Off day for grub.  George shot three times at ducks and I fished at rapids.  No fish—­no ducks.  Nine small trout breakfast, eight lunch.  No supper ahead save what George hoped to find at Camp Caribou.  Arrived there tired and weak about an hour before sunset.  George gathered bones and two hoofs.  Pounded part of them up.  Maggots on hoofs.  We did not mind.  Boiled two kettlefuls of hoofs and bones.  Made a good greasy broth.  We had three cupfuls each and sat about gnawing bones.  Got a good deal of gristle from the bones, and some tough hide and gristly stuff from hoofs.  I enjoyed it and felt like a square meal.  Ate long, as it is a slow tough job.  Saved the bones to boil over.

Monday, October 12th.—­Made about 9 miles to-day.  Several bad rapids.  Shot them.  George and I nearly came to grief in one.  My fault.  Beautiful day.  Fished a little, but no fish bit.  Hope to leave stream to-morrow, and that makes us happy.  For breakfast bones of caribou boiled to make greasy broth.  Quite supply of grease in it.  Hoofs too boiled.  Some gristle to these that was good.  Strong,