Tuesday Sept 1. When I awoke this morning the ground was white with snow and it was still snowing All day one snow squall followed another and in the evening it was snowing steadily. This morning "Coney" went back with his moose. Towell and between 4 and 5 in the afternoon came back with some of the meat, which is a great blessing to us. He and McKinlay will go in the morning to dry it, as it is too far to try to camp. The young one a well grown animal escaped. This meat is very acceptable as we have been on short rations mostly the time since leaving Fort Rae for fear of our provisions giving out. I took some footprints in my traps and shot some birds which I made up in the afternoon. I spent the forenoon hunting Plasmygan but found none nor did I see much of anything but small birds; on account of bad weather Wednesday Sept 2. The day opened with a driving snow storm which brought eased about the middle of the forenoon. I took nothing in my traps but shot a few small birds, though birds were scarce. McKinlay and "Coney" went off to where the moose was killed to dry the meat. While I remain alone at the camp to do what collecting I can until I can continue our journey The day was cloudy with occasional snow flurries, and cold, as the wind keeps whistling I made things as comfortable as possible about Camp as we will be obliged to stay here a couple of days at any rate to prepare the meat. In the afternoon I reset some of my traps finding some signs of Microtus I think. We are now able for the first time in weeks to satisfy our appetites at each meal instead of feeling hungry at the end of each meal.