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No wonder he prologued his piping after the following dismal fashion: "In dreary verse my rhymes I make, Bewailing whilst such theme I take." However, Baston was a monk of the Carmelite species, and I hope he bore his agonies with religious bravery. And now let us make a skip down to Charles Aleyn, temp. Charles I. "of blessed memory."
Pretty soon I saw it was Joe Rainey and Temple Scott." "What were they saying to each other?" "They was walkin' arm in arm, friendly like. And I heard Joe Rainey say: 'I've always been a good friend of yours, Temp, and I want to be still. But you mustn't come to my house any more, especially when I'm not there. You know why, and I want you to promise. Then Mr.
Lunch Temp. +12°; Supper Temp. +10°. Got off a good morning march in spite of keeping too far east and getting in rough, cracked ice. Had a splendid night sleep, showing great change in all faces, so didn't get away till 10 A.M. Lunched just before 3. After lunch the land began to be obscured.
However, we all sleep well enough in them, the hours allowed being now on the short side. We are slowly getting more hungry, and it would be an advantage to have a little more food, especially for lunch. A long way to go, and, by Jove, this is tremendous labour. Sunday, January 28. Lunch, -20°. Height, night, 10,130. Supper Temp. -18°. Little wind and heavy going in forenoon.
The patient stood on all fours, as it is called, while the bandage was applied. Monday, Feb. 9th, 9:30 A. M., pulse 100, temp. 103.8. There appeared to be about one-half a pint of fluid in the sack. Monday, Feb. 9th, 6:30 P. M., pulse 100, temp. 102. Tuesday, Feb. 10th, 9:30 A. M., the fluid in the sack has increased perhaps a pint now in it, pulse 110, temp. 104.
We are inclined to get slack and slow with our camping arrangements, and small delays increase. I have talked of the matter to-night and hope for improvement. We cannot do distance without the ponies. The next depot some 30 miles away and nearly 3 days' food in hand. Thursday, February 15. Lunch Temp. -10°; Supper Temp. -4°. 13.5 miles. Again we are running short of provision.
Bowers got another rating sight to-night it was wonderful how he managed to observe in such a horribly cold wind. He has been on ski to-day whilst Wilson walked by the sledge or pulled ahead of it. Friday, January 26. Temp. -17°. Height 9700, must be high barometer. Started late, 8.50 for no reason, as I called the hands rather early. We must have fewer delays.
Good feed of trout. Not a bit tired of trout yet. Observation shows 53 degrees 46 minutes 12 seconds lat. Went 3 miles in P.M. and camped. Monday, August 3rd. Temp. 6 A.M. 56 degrees. Big day. At foot of a portage as we were getting ready to pack, I saw four wild geese coming down stream. Grabbed rifle, four cartridges in it. George got Wallace's rifle.
Temp. 28 degrees. N.E. wind. Snowing in morning. Quite cold last night, but clear and crisp till toward morning when it snowed. Blankets very damp, but by drying clothes at fire and getting good and warm, we slept warm and well. Dreamed M. and I were at Missanabie. How I do wish I could see her again at home. Thinking too much maybe, about home now. Makes too big contrast.
Temp. at 5 A.M. 48 degrees. N.W. wind, slight. Rain by showers. On portage crossed worst swamp of trip. In to my knees and fell down with heavy pack on my back. Floundered out in nasty shape. Found small stream flowing N.W. toward our big water. I caught about thirty trout, not big, while Wallace and George brought up outfit and canoe by stream. Very slow work.
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