eel about it
to-morrow. I'll sleep on it."

I remember I dreaded so much a return to the Susan Valley that I told
Hubbard it seemed like suicide to leave the river we were on and
abandon the canoe. I felt strongly on the subject and expressed my
opinion freely. But it was a question of judgment about which one
man's opinion was as likely to be right as another's and, recognising
this, we never permitted our discussions as to the best course to
follow to create any ill-feeling.

On Tuesday (October 13th) the weather continued to favour us. We shot
the rapids without a mishap, and camped at night within three miles of
where we had entered the river. But still the question about leaving
it was undecided. The whiskey jack and a bit of pea meal helped our
pot of bone broth at breakfast, and in addition to more broth we had in
the evening some of the caribou stomach and its contents and a part of
a moccasin that Hubbard had made from the caribou skin and had worn
full of holes. Boiled in the kettle the skin swelled thick and was
fairly palatable.

Clouds and a sprinkle of rain introduced the morning of Wednesday
(October 14th). While the bones were boiling for breakfast, George
brought out the caribou skin that he had picked up on the shore of Lake
Disappointment after we had abandoned it. Now as he put a piece of it
in the kettle, we recalled his prophecy that some day we might want to
eat it, and laughed. Into the pot also went one-sixth of a pound of
pea meal together with a few lumps of flour that we carefully scraped
from a bag we had thrown away in the summer and found near the camp.
While we were eating this breakfast (and really enjoying it) we again
considered the problem as to whether or not we should leave the river.
In the course of the discussion George said quietly:

"I had a strange dream about that last night, fellus."

We urged him to tell us what it was.

"It was a strange dream," he repeated, and hesitated. Then: "Well, I
dreamed the Lord stood before me, very beautiful and bright, and He had
a mighty kind look on His face, and He said to me: 'George, don't leave
this river--just stick to it and it will take you out to Grand Lake
where you'll find Blake's cache with lots of grub, and then you'll be
all right and safe. I can't spare you any more fish, George, and if
you leave this river you won't get any more. Just stick to this river,
and I'll take you out safe.'

"The Lord was all s