Saturday, 24th, in the evening I came to the place where we had left the lard.  I was very glad to find it.  It was about three pounds of lard in a pail.  I had some porcupine and a few partridges yet, as I would try and save some ahead for my way out, and the bones of the porcupine I carried with me; for I didn’t throw the bones away, as it will make good broth if I get out of grub and don’t get more game.  I also had the flour yet, because I was saving it when my porcupine was done, and the porcupine bones with little flour will last me for a while.  In the evenings I would talk to myself like as if some one with me, and plan to start off again soon as daylight, and try and make so many miles, just to cheer myself.

After I left Mr. Wallace, when coming along after I killed the porcupine and some partridges, at night, my fire I would have it in a long style and just lie near the side of it, and whatever I had, some porcupine or partridge, in my little bundle, I would put it for my pillow for fear some animal might carry it away.  My pistol I would keep it handy, and then talk to myself and say, “If some wolves should come along to-night they would make short work of me.  But I guess I might just as well get killed by them as to starve; but any way I will just make that first fellow jump a little with my pistol.  My little pistol is only 22 cal.”

Every evening I always read a chapter, and every morning at just break of daylight; and when I got a little stronger, after getting some game, strong enough to raise my voice, I always sung a part of a hymn.  In the evening I would read first then sing,

  “Lead kindly light, amid the encircling gloom
   Lead Thou me on. 
   The night is dark, and I am far from home;
   Lead Thou me on. 
   Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
   The distant scene; one step enough for me.”

And in the morning after I read, I would sing,

   Come to me, Lord, when first I wake,
   As the faint lights of morning break;
   Bid purest thoughts within me rise,
   Like crystal dew-drops to the skies.

Sunday, 25th, was snowing again.  In the evening I killed four more partridges.  Snow very deep and made poor time, and high mountains to go over, but I thought I will get out to Grand Lake early in the morning.

Monday, 26th, I got out to Grand Lake about 10 o’clock and was very, very glad to get out again to the lake, but was very much disappointed in the afternoon.  I came along the south shore of the lake and thinking I would make good time from there now to Northwest River, and I would only follow the shore of the lake to Northwest River, and besides no mountains to go over.  I went about 2 miles and came to a river, which made me feel very bad about it, and I did not know how I could ever get across, and could not make a raft without an axe.  I thought I would try any way to make a raft, if I could only get wood to