Sunday, July 12th.—­Birthday.  “Bruise” for breakfast.  Hard-tack, fish, pork, boiled together—­good.  “Two more early risin’s, and then duff and bruise,” is said to be a Thursday remark of the fishermen.  The Pelican came in to-day.  Stole in in fog, and whistled before flag was up.  Good joke on Post.  Big day. Pelican goes from here to York, stopping at Ungava on way out and comes back again.  Brings supplies.  Captain Gray came on shore.  Has been with company thirty years, in northern waters fifty years.  Jolly, cranky, old fellow.  “You’ll never get back” he says to us.  “If you are at Ungava when I get there I’ll bring you back.”  Calder, lumberman on Grand River and Sandwich Bay, here says we can’t do it.  Big Salmon stuffed and baked for dinner—­bully.  George says he is ready to start now.  Prophecies that we can’t do it, don’t worry me.  Have heard them before.  Can do it.  WILL.

Monday, July 13th.—­This noon the Julia Sheridan, Deep Sea Mission Boat, Dr. Simpson, came.  We said good-bye and embarked for Northwest River.  Had good informal supper in little cabin.  Good easy yachting time.  Stopped about 11 P.M. behind St. John’s Island for the night.

Tuesday, July 14th.—­Landed about 2 P.M. at Northwest River.  Thomas M’Kenzie in charge.  Bully fellow, all alone, lonesome, but does not admit it.  Tall, wiry, hospitable in the extreme.  Not busy in winter.  Traps some.  Wishes he could go with us.  Would pack up to-night and be ready in the morning.  Can get no definite information as to our route.  M’Kenzie says we are all right; can make it of course.  Gave away bag of flour.  Discarded single blanket, 5 lbs. can lard.  Got at Rigolette yesterday, 10 lbs. sugar, 5 lbs. dried apples, 4 1/2 lbs. tobacco.  Bought here 5 lbs. sugar.  M’Kenzie gave me an 8 lb. 3 in. gill net.

Wednesday, July 15th.—­Wind light, southeast all day, light clouds.  Lat. noon 53 degrees 35 minutes.  Left Northwest River Post 9 A.M.  Camped early because of rain and stream which promised trout.  No trout caught.  Lake looks like Lake George, with lower hills.  Much iron ore crops from bluffs on south side.  Makes me a bit homesick to think of Lake George.  Wish I could see my girl for a while and be back here.  Would like to drop in at the Michigan farm too.

Thursday, July 16th.—­Fair day.  Wind southeast.  Lat. at noon 53 degrees 45 minutes.  Six miles above Grand Lake on Northwest River.  Started at 5.30 A.M.  At 9 rounded point and saw mouth of river.  George and I ferried outfit across northwest arm of lake in two loads.  Wind too high for whole load.  Saw steel trap.  Probably belonged to poor M’Lean, who was drowned.  Had cup of tea at 10.  Stopped at noon three-quarters of an hour for observation.  Northwest River runs through spruce-covered valley, between high hills, easily seen from lake, but not in river as spruce is too close.  In many places high banks, many turns,