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march, and as the rain again set in, we camped 

 at a disused trapper's hut on a high bank 

 overlooking the river. The river here was 

 about thirty yards broad and full of hump- 

 backed salmon, but apparently no trout. We 

 had seen many tracks of deer, wolves and one 

 cougar on the march, but the undergrowth 

 was so dense that shooting was impossible. 



September 2nd. The men had again to go 

 back to bring up the packs left behind. These 

 double journeys were most annoying, and yet 

 I do not see how they could have been avoided. 

 We certainly only had the bare necessaries of 

 life — more packers would have meant more 

 mouths to feed and more provisions to carry — 

 yet each double journey meant a lost day. 



My knee was so swollen and painful I could 

 not move from the tent, so Smith decided to 

 go on and hunt for the Keogh Lake — where 

 his brother Eustace had on a previous trip 

 left the material for a rough raft; where the 

 Keogh Lake was, he was not quite certain, 

 but it had to be found. 



Left alone in camp I could not help thinking 

 what would have happened had I broken my 

 leg. Putting the question to the men they 

 said, " Oh ! it would have been all right — 

 we would have packed in food to you." In 

 fact I would have had to lie in my tent till I 



