Away up on the mountain side we saw 3 bears feed around. They were about 1000 ft. above us and as we had nothing to eat we felt too weak to make the climb so we went back, broke camp and started back to the camp on the first lake. There was a strong southeast wind blowing and me could scarcely make it back as the snow began to slip water. It began to rain so fur. Littlejohn started down towards camp at Mole Harbor at 5 o'clock in the evening. We only had 3 miles to go but we soon got lost in the thick wood and the first things we knew we were going in a circle and were hopelessly lost. We wandered around for two hours and finally decided to followed a creek down to the beach. We stumbled along thru the rocks and water until we were worn out and it began to get darks. Just as we were going to camp and stop for the night we came out on the beach right near camp.