und a box with a bit of baking powder
still in it. The powder was streaked with rust from the tin, but we
ate it all.

Then Hubbard made a find--a box nearly half full of pasty mustard.
After we had each eaten a mouthful, George put the remainder in the
pot. He was about to throw the box away when Hubbard asked that it be
returned to him. Hubbard took the box and sat holding it in his hand.

"That box came from Congers," he said, as if in a reverie. "It came
from my home in Congers. Mina has had this very box in her hands. It
came from the little grocery store where I've been so often. Mina
handed it to me before I left home. She said the mustard might be
useful for plasters. We've eaten it instead. I wonder where my girl
is now. I wonder when I'll see her again. Yes, she had that very box
in her hands-in her hands! She's been such a good wife to me."

Slowly he bent his head, and the tears trickled down his cheeks.

George and I turned away.

It was near night when we reached the point near the junction of the
Susan River and Goose Creek where we were to cross the river to what
had been our last camping ground in the awful valley, and which was to
prove our last camp in Labrador. Hubbard staggered along during the
afternoon with the greatest difficulty, and finally again sank to the
ground, completely exhausted. George took his pack across the river.
While he crouched there on the trail, Hubbard's face bore an expression
of absolute despair. At length I helped him to his feet, and in
silence we forded the shallow stream.

Our camp was made a short distance below the junction of the streams,
among the fir trees a little way from the river bank. Here and there
through the forest were numerous large rocks. Before one of these we
pitched the tent, with the front of it open to receive the heat from
the fire as it was reflected from the rock. More bone water and hide
served us for supper, with the addition of a yeast cake from a package
George had carried throughout the trip and never used. Huddling in the
front of the tent, we counselled.

"Well, boys," said Hubbard, "I'm busted. I can't go any
farther--that's plain. I can't go any farther. We've got to do
something."

In the silence the crackling of the logs became pronounced.

"George," Hubbard continued, "maybe you had better try to reach Blake's
camp, and send in help if you're strong enough to get there. If you
find a cache, and don't fi