The New York herald., 1921-01-12

erly direction. and 1t was after l per-
suaded him to change more 20 the eas'
that we reached the creek known 70
the Indians as Neschosaga Creek. ~
was not frozen, and so we toiloWeq
along it's banks all of that day.
The three of us were in falrly soou
shape and not particularly hungry. IL
was not much below freezing, but 1t
seemed particularly cold when we were
not walking, and that kept us moving
along. At 10'o'clock that night let my
grip go. as 1t was impeding my progress
and l also took off my flying shoes and
put on a pair OF English boots which
happened to have with me. Hinton ana
Kloor also threw away their flying
boots. having burned them in the fire.
I'VE travelled about seven or eight
miles the second day. We had covered
about four or-five miles the first after
noon. That night we ate nothing but
bit of moss We were still in good shape
and our morale was as good as could be
expected. OF course none of US were
over cheerful. We were beginning to
think that there was something wrong
about that dog bark. and as for the
shack. we were beginning to suspect
that IL was more or less spectral"
Laughs at Suicide story.
"Then there is no truth in the story
that you were despondent and wanted
to kill yourself and give your body to
your comrades for food?' Lieut.. Farrell
was asked
Farrell threw back his head and
laughed. That's absurd" he said, and
went on:
Il don't know why Lieut. Hinton
should write such thing. Maybe he
Lob ,f.,rr sff u, tol.A
to be excused. At all events, had no;
the least intention of letting Kloor anC
Hinton dine off of me. OF course. we
were "a little blue. Kloor didn't do much
.alking. but Hinton and / discussed our
curse for the next day. We said to
each other that the third day would
oring us luck. and with that hope to
.iven us up we tried to get little sleep.
1T was very cold that night and we
ould only sleep a little, taking turns in
;atching the fire. The next morning
80 were entering upon our third day.
We ate our second pigeon. afterwards
hrowing away the cage and putting
ne remaining bird In Kloor's pocket.
I'VE were falling into holes and bruis-
ing ourselves and getting exhausted.
Hinton was very weak. My stomach
was bad, and l felt like vomiting, and
the others said they felt the same. 7
had no headache, and was as mentally
clear as ] am now. We were all be-
ginning to feel pretty blue, however. 1t
was not that we were cold or even hum
cry, but simply the realization that we
were lost that we had no definite OBJ
jectve. and that for all we knew we
might be travelling further and further
away from safety Certainly the coun-
try through which we were passing was
not such as to inspire cheerfulness
There was nothing but ugly Jack
pines muskeg, underbrush, bogs and
holes and snow. The stiffness. too,
was oppressive, particularly at night
We feared that we were walking miles
and miles that were futile. and getting
nowhere. OF course we had compass,
but as we did not know our bearings,
did not even know that we were out
Of the United States, we simply had
to zig gag along. We knew not where.
"It was now on the third day. that
began to lag behind. Hinton sug-
gested that l take off my flying suit,
which / did, and he rapped 1t around
him like a blanket. | had had a bad
fall which shook me up considerably,
and | was weak as result. 1t was
decided that we should halt and rest
We built fire and warmed ourselves,
but we had nothing to eat. and started
on the tramp again i'm the afternoon.
THAT night we all felt blue. Hinton
suggested we write farewell letters and
put them in our pockets. but said that
there was time enough to do that Hin
ton, at this time, could hardly hold UP
his head, and 1t was the worst night
we had. kloor. however. slept soundly.