Lovingly we put ourselves to our task. Judge Malone, with a brush
improvised from Blake's stiff hair, and with white lead intended
for canoe repairs, lettered upon the boulder this inscription:

Leonidas Hubbard, Jr.,
Intrepid Explorer
And
Practical Christian
Died Here
Oct. 18, 1903.
"Whither I go ye know,
and the way ye know."
John XIV.--4.

Then with hammer and chisel I cut the inscription deep into the
rock, and we filled the letters with white lead to counteract the
effect of the elements.

It was dark when the work was finished, and by candlelight, beneath
the stars, I read, from the same Testament I used in 1903, the
fourteenth of John and the thirteenth of First Corinthians, the
chapters which I read to Hubbard on the morning of our parting.
Judge Malone read the Fiftieth Psalm. We sang some hymns and then
knelt about the withered couch of boughs, each of us three with the
feeling that Hubbard was very close to us.

In early morning we shouldered our packs again, and with a final
look at Hubbard's last camp, turned back to the valley of the
Beaver and new adventures.