THE FATAL MONTH. 797 



October 15th, Saturday. — One hundred and twenty- 

 fifth day. Breakfast, willow tea and two old boots. 

 Conclude to move on at sunrise. Alexey breaks down, 

 also Lee. Come to empty grain raft. Halt and camp. 

 Signs of smoke at twilight to southward. 



October lQth, Sunday. — One hundred and twenty- 

 sixth day. Alexey broken down. Divine service. 



October 11th, Monday. — One hundred and twenty- 

 seventh day. Alexey dying. Doctor baptized him. 

 Head prayers for sick. Mr. Collins' birthday — forty 

 years old. About sunset Alexey died. Exhaustion 

 from starvation. Covered him with ensign and laid 

 him in the crib. 



October 18th, Tuesday. — One hundred and twenty- 

 eighth day. Calm and mild, snow falling. Buried 

 Alexey in the afternoon. Laid him on the ice of the 

 river, and covered him over with slabs of ice. 



October 19th, Wednesday. — One hundred and 

 twenty-ninth day. Cutting up tent to make foot gear. 

 Doctor went ahead to find new camp. Shifted by dark. 



October 20th, Thursday. — One hundred and thirtieth 

 day. Bright and sunny, but very cold. Lee and Kaack 

 done up. 



October 21st, Friday. — One hundred and thirty- 

 first day. Kaack was found dead about midnight be- 

 tween the doctor and myself. Lee died about noon. 

 Read prayers for sick when we found he was going. 



October 22d, Saturday. — One hundred and thirty- 

 second day. Too weak to carry the bodies of Lee and 

 Kaack out on the ice. The doctor, Collins, and I car- 

 ried them around the corner out of sight. Then my 

 eye closed up. 



October 23d, Sunday. — One hundred and thirty-third 

 day. Everybody pretty weak. Slept or rested all day, 



