We got to the rapid about noon, all feeling very, very weak.  I started a fire.  By the time I got some wood and had my fire started they had already enough fish for a pretty fair meal and, of course, you can imagine how glad we were and did not delay much time but got our fish for lunch.  It was nice to have something to eat again.  We were pretty sure of getting lots more.  After lunch Mr. Hubbard and Wallace fished.  It was good signs of caribou round there.  I took the rifle and tracked up the caribou, but I saw nothing.  It was late when I got back.  The boys were still fishing.  They had caught about sixty more little trout.  We felt as if we could eat all those fish in one meal, but seeing they were so scarce we had to try and save some for the next day.

Saturday, October 10th.—­We fished all before noon and did not get any at all.  So we had to start off from there, seeing it was no use in trying to fish any more.  We came to some more rapids in the afternoon.  Wallace and I ran some with empty canoe, and then went back for our dunnage, while Mr. Hubbard would fish.  It got very cold in the afternoon.  Mr. Hubbard caught about twenty little trout.  Looking forward we hoped next day to get to our old camp, Camp Caribou, where we killed our caribou August 12th.  We thought that may be we will find some of the old bones so as to make some broth, thinking it would help us some.  We camped just near the river where we could get lots of wood, and have a good camp fire so we could sit beside the camp fire and have a good talk about home.

Mr. Hubbard tells me he will get a room for me in New York.  He again that night asked me to stay with him a couple of months in Congers before I go home to Missanabie, and also to pay him a visit real often, and also that he would never go out doing any travelling without me.

He said, “I am sure Mrs. Hubbard will not be able to do enough for you, especially when she knows how good you have been to me.  I would like to have you come with me to Michigan.  I am sure my sister would like to have you tell them the story about our trip.”

Sunday, October llth.—­Had four small trout for lunch, only little larger than a sardine.  Late in the evening we came to our old camp, where we had the caribou.  Most of the bones were carried off by some animals.  Picked up all we could find and made some broth, and very, very strong broth too, which I suppose no one could hardly believe that any human being could eat.  The bones were full of maggots, and when it boiled for some time the maggots would boil out.  It just looked like if it had been little rice in it.  We drunk it up maggots and all.  It was pretty high, but found it good.  Nothing was too bad for us to eat.