eaten. Our sugar was all gone by this time, and our supply of salt
was so low that we were using hardly any. In spite of us the salt
had been wet in the drenching rains we had encountered all up the
Susan Valley, and a large part of it had dissolved.

While we all craved sugar and other sweets, I believe Hubbard
suffered the most from their absence. Perhaps the fact that George
and I used tobacco and he did not, was the explanation. He was
continually discussing the merits of various kinds of cake,
candies, and sweet things generally. Our conversation too often
turned to New York restaurants, and how he would visit various ones
of them for particular dishes. Bread undoubtedly was what we
craved the most. "I believe I'll never refuse bread again,"
Hubbard would say, "so long as there's a bit on the table."

Monday (August 10) brought with it no abatement of the driving rain
and cold east wind. Working industriously for half an hour before
breakfast, Hubbard succeeded in landing a single small trout, which
fell to me, while he and George ate thick pea meal porridge, of
which they were very fond. We made several short portages during
the morning, and, despite the dismal weather, our spirits
brightened; for we came upon old wigwam poles and axe cuttings,
which we accepted as proof that we were now surely on the Indian
trail to Michikamau. Towards noon Hubbard said:

"Well, boys, we're on the right road, we've covered three miles
this morning, and this rain is killing, so we'll pitch camp now,
and wait for the weather to clear and try to get some fish ahead.
There are fish here, I know, and when the wind changes we'll get
them."