The two young lads, Duncan M’Lean and Gilbert Blake, stayed with Mr. Wallace, and Donald and Allan went right on to Mr. Hubbard.  They saw Wallace’s trail through the snow, and along where he went, and only less than a couple hundred yards from the tent, and had turned back and followed his own trail again, thinking he had gone past the camp.  They found Mr. Wallace was frost-bitten on the point of his toe, the big toe on his left foot.  He had yet a little of the flour when they found him.  The two lads stays up with Mr. Wallace, so when he gets a little stronger they would come down to Grand Lake.  They had a tent and stove, and lots of provisions.

Sunday, November 1st.—­I went with Allan over where be lives, 7 miles from Donald’s, 4 miles by the lake, then up the Nascaupee River 3 miles.  My first glimpse of the Nascaupee River.  The Nascaupee River is a nice big river compared to the Susan and Beaver River, and much wider and deeper.  When we came along here in the summer, we saw this bay where the Nascaupee River comes out from, from a distance; but we thought it was just only a bay, and high mountains all round, and we never thought a river came out from there.  So we did not go in there at all.  We saw also from a distance, where Beaver River run out from; but we thought it was only an island.  So we still just went on and followed the map.

It was late in the evening when we got back to Donald’s.  Donald and Allan would start off again in the morning to meet the two lads and Wallace.

Monday, November 2nd.—­Donald and Allan meeting Mr. Wallace, they arrived at Donald’s in the evening.  Mr. Wallace then told me of his trip after I left him; but he couldn’t remember all, as he at last lost track of every thing.  He was troubled with his eyes, being nearly smoke blind, and that he could not find the tent.  He thought he had gone past the camp.  He says he did not know where the tent was.  He made Duncan a present of Mr. Hubbard’s washing rod.

Tuesday, November 3rd.—­We said good-bye to Donald’s, and went with Allan and Duncan over to their place.  We staid there couple of days while Allan getting his boat ready for us to use to Northwest River.  The day after I went over there I asked Duncan M’Lean if he could go with me this winter when I go up to get Mr. Hubbard’s body.  He told me he would be willing to come along with me and help me all he could.  I told him I would try to get one or two more at Northwest River post.

Thursday, Noveinber 5th.—­In the morning Wallace and I started off from Allan’s house.  When we got to the mouth of the river we could not go any farther.  Snowing very hard and could not see any distance, and the wind against us.  We stayed at the mouth of the river till in the evening.  The wind shifted to the northwest, and we sailed across to Cape Blanc, just opposite the Nascaupee.  We went to a little shack I knew.  When we passed here in the summer we saw the shack just near the lake.  This was the little shack where I thought I might find some food or, perhaps, find some trappers when I was coming down the Susan; but it was just a little shack or tilt for the trappers’ use when travelling along Grand Lake, just big enough for two men to sleep in.  Wallace and I were glad to get in, and a little stove in too, and nice and warm.