It was fine weather. An Indian of the fort Tete Plume, was badly wounded by one Casserned Slaves, who is supported by his master, The poor man is in the fort and is not expected to live. Fine weather in the morning, but heavy rain in the afternoon. Busy all the forenoon loading the otter and sent her off in the evening, with an additional man B. Poirier who is in charge of her. I am to go up in 2 canoe with Indians, but have to remain till tomorrow morning, as the stores are to be examined and an estimate formed of the number of trips that will be yet required to take up the remainder of the property.
Some writings are also to be finished.
The wounded Indian died in the afternoon. We were completely soaked with wet. Having only two mats to make a shelter for myself in the night, my lodging is not very comfortable. All the threatening and encouragement I can make use of I cannot get the slaves to go on as quick as I wish. Shot 4 bitterns.