Hubbard. 109 Friday May 1 - '14. We tried Tenrie before we got away. A bull in the storm was always followed by wind-- now or then. I refused to go south or stay here. I was afraid to follow as I had no dogs or sledge. We got away finally at 2 o' am. In a little while it was a bad s am. I could not ride as my feet were very wet & animal furs seemed to be useless. We were going over frozen ice & I kept whipping my thin dogs. I told him that I could not keep up & he advised me to follow his trail. This was impossible. I then snatched the rifle from the chest & wounded him to keep behind me. A few minutes later I turned & saw him whipping up the dogs away from me. I shot once in the air. He did not stop. Ithen killed him with a shot through the shoulder & another thru the heart. I had trouble finding the rifles at the camp. Saturday May 2 - '14. The storm abated considerably & I went out to play's cabin. I photographed it upon our morning record. I left a copy of Beauty's word