We were to start early, and seeing Mr. Hubbard still weaker than he was last night, and was not able to go any farther, it was late when we started.  We were so sorry to part, and almost discouraged to try and go any farther, but we thought we would try our best any way to help him.  We were only going to take a cup each and a little tea pail.  No blanket.  Found too weak to carry anything, but Mr. Hubbard made us take a part of a blanket each.  We only had two pair blankets.  My blanket I had left behind a few days ago.

So Mr. Hubbard told Mr. Wallace, “If you don’t want to tear your blankets, you can tear my blankets in half, and each have a piece.  It will be only one and half pound each to carry.  Then I can use your blankets while you’re away.”

Then we tore Mr. Hubbard’s blankets, and Wallace and I took each a piece.  Also he made us take the rest of the pea meal and little tea.  We left him little tea and the bones and piece of flour bag we found, with little mouldy lumps of flour sticking to the bag, and the neighbour of the other moccasin we had eaten.

Mr. Hubbard said, “After you go I will do some writing and will write a letter to Mrs. Hubbard.”

Mr. Hubbard took his pistol off from his belt and gave me to take along.  He also handed me his knife and told me to leave the crooked knife I had to him.  I didn’t want to take his pistol.  I was thinking about a pistol too.  I thought when Wallace and I parted I could ask him for his pistol; but Mr. Hubbard told me, “You must take the pistol.  The rifle will be here, and I can use the rifle if I have anything to shoot.  You must take the pistol.”

So I took the pistol; but the knife I did not take.

Just before starting Mr. Wallace says that he is going to read a chapter before starting.  Mr. Hubbard asked him to read the thirteenth chapter First Corinthians, and so he did.

It was time to start.

Mr. Wallace went to Mr. Hubbard and said, “Good-bye, I’ll try and come back soon.”

Then I went to him and tried to be as brave as Wallace.

When I took his hand he said, “God bless you, George,” and held my hand for some time.

I said, “The Lord help us, Hubbard.  With His help I save you if I can get out.”  Then I cried like a child.

Hubbard said, “If it was your father, George, you couldn’t try harder to save.”

Wallace came back to Hubbard again, and cried like a child and kissed him; and again I went to him and kissed him and he kissed me, and said again, “The Lord help you, George.”

He was then so weak that be could hardly speak.

We came away.

TRYING TO GET HELP