When we came to the sand they asked me, “Is this the place?”

I said, “Yes.”

A chisel I had with me to cut the frozen sand with.  We dug into the sand and just came on them.  The boys were surprised and would have bet anything before we started that I wouldn’t find anything whatever, as the snow in winter makes things look different.

March 19th.—­To-day made good time.  Duncan snow blind.

Sunday, March 20th.—­Early before noon we came to the camp.  The tent was all buried in the snow; but when we dug down were surprised to find it standing.  We wrapped Mr. Hubbard in the things we brought along with us, and did the best we could.

I blazed a tree near where the tent has been.  This I wrote deeply: 

          L. HUBBARD
  died here 18th October, 1903, and
      will be brought out by
T. BLAKE, DUNCAN M’LEAN and G. ELSON.

Came on a little farther this evening.  The boys yet do not hardly think I can find the rest of the things.  Of course, I’m not sure myself; but I can try any way.  We have our cache five different places, some 4 and 8 miles apart.

March 21st.—­The boys were surprised to-day.  When we came to the first cache I told them that we left some things there; but they looked at me and told me, how could I tell and no marks to go by.  But they wouldn’t refuse.  We dug down to the ground, 8 feet, and just came on our little bundle we had left.  The next was the same, and the next, till we got everything we had thrown away, only one bag yet with lots of films in.  I remembered that I had hung it up by a little strap, on a little stump in some swamp, and the trees scattered.  I thought I really could not guess at that place, and told the boys; but we went on any way, till I thought we came to the place.  No tree near, only just a plain.  At last we dug down a piece any way.  When we got down a piece we started to feel around with our feet, and just came on the stump, and the bag still on.

Mr. Blake says, “I have been trapping now ever since I could, when only a boy, and I think I know a little about travelling in the bush now; but I could never find anything like you, and did not miss one place, but came right on it every time.  I would never believe any one could do that if I did not see it myself.”

Duncan said the same, and besides nothing to go by.

March 22nd.—­Started back from the camp for Grand Lake.  Each man has a big load, for we have picked up lots.  Duncan very bad with snow blind.

March 23rd.—­Snowing heavy, and rime on our to boggans makes heavy travelling.  Some places the river bad to travel, on account of rapids where it isn’t froze.  We have some times just a narrow bridge of ice to go on, as no other way we could go, for the rough steep mountains on each side.

March 24th.—­Drifting and snowing very hard.  Only travelled part of the day.  Got to Allan Goudy’s house.