We got up about seven but did not start away till about twelve.
Dandy had a sore foot and had to be led. The way was over a regular road
which was awfully dusty and hot with no shelter. We passed many homesteads where they were
clearing the land—lots of smoke from the burning stumps which didn’t make us
feel any cooler. Passed one couple and
the man was carrying their baby in a sack on his back and it was looking out of
the top quite contentedly.
Grande at about six and after a duck in the Red Willow had supper. Leslie phoned Olive from the store and
brought back some chocolates which were a great treat after two weeks of
porridge. I went to sleep after supper,
thus missing the dishes. The rest,
except Monica who kindly stayed behind and guarded my unconscious remains, went
over to the store, returning for us about nine.
We all went over and saw a lynx hide.
Two friends of Leslie’s had come out, bringing Kenneth and we to take us
in that night. We made tea for them and
had some fresh current biscuits which were made while I slept and after giving
Kenneth a ride on the horses, we said good-bye to the kids and Leslie and I
went in to Beaver Lodge, the others getting in the next day, reporting later
that the nearer Tony got to his stables the slower he got. Each took a turn riding him but not for
pleasure. Judd was taken for a native by
some white men, but by all the dirt and tan to say nothing of sunburn we could
all have been real Indians after the third day.