We found sorry to part, not knowing if we would meet again; but we must try and help Hubbard and do all we can for him.  Wallace starts off on our back trail and I started toward Grand Lake.  We said, “Good-bye, and ‘God be with you till we meet again,’” to each other.  We parted on a barren hill and could see each other for some time.  We would just walk a few yards and sing out to each other, “Good-bye.”  This we kept on till out of sight and some distance apart.

It snowed very hard all day, and couldn’t hardly see any distance.  In the afternoon I killed a porcupine.  How I wished I could give some to the boys.

Wednesday, 21st, had snowed heavy all night, and made heavy travelling without snowshoes, and the snow above my knees.  To-day I saw a caribou and got a shot at him with my pistol.  In the evening I killed another porcupine.  I thought, “I shall be able to get out to Grand Lake now if the snow don’t get too deep for me.”

ThursdaY, 22nd.  Snowing very hard again and cold.  I made a fire at noon and tried to patch my shoe-packs but I couldn’t spare time.  I walked with only my socks, on in the afternoon and made poor time, as the country very rough and the snow very deep.  I tried to make a straight road to make it short to Grand Lake.  During the day though feeling very tired and would like to have a rest, if I stopped even for five minutes, lots Of things would come into my mind, and would have to start on again.  At night it isn’t so bad, because I try to make myself believe because it is night therefore I cannot travel.”

Friday, 23rd, more snow again.  In the afternoon got mild, and being so much snow on the trees, it began to drop.  It was worse than any rain and the bush so thick to go through, and at last it began to rain.  I was soaked to the skin, and the snow very deep.  My hands were always so cold without mits, and travelling in such a rough country, and falling down often into the snow and rocks, and cutting my hands on the rocks.  I at last cut part off the sleeves off my undershirt and with a string tied one end, and I slipped them on my hands for mits.  Several times that day I had the notion of giving up, as I could not get on at all in the deep snow.  I thought it was impossible to get through.  Then again I would try and make my way out.  I came to the place where we had left the coffee and milk.  I found the coffee.  The lid was off and the can was full of ice.  I took the ice out and underneath of the ice the coffee was.  I broke some off and made some coffee; but it did not hardly taste like coffee at all, all the strength was out, as it had been in water for a short time.  The milk I could not find.

That evening I killed four partridges.  The weather turned clear and cold and I was wet to the skin.  It was late when I had to stop for the night, and did my best in trying to dry my things the best way I could, and hard to get wood for I had no axe.