Mr. Wallace went to Mr. Hubbard and said, "Good-bye, I'll try and come back soon."
Then I went to him and tried to be as brave as Wallace.
When I took his hand he said, "God bless you, George," and held my hand for some time.
I said, "The Lord help us, Hubbard. With His help I save you if I can get out." Then I cried like a child.
Hubbard said, "If it was your father, George, you couldn't try harder to save."
Wallace came back to Hubbard again, and cried like a child and kissed him; and again I went to him and kissed him and he kissed me, and said again, "The Lord help you, George."
He was then so weak that be could hardly speak.
We came away.
TRYING TO GET HELP
When we left Mr. Hubbard an east and raw wind was blowing, and soon rain began, and heavy rain all way, and were soaked to the skin, and made poor time. We followed the river as it ran out into Grand Lake. The least thing we tripped on we would fall, and it would be some time before we could get up. Or we went too near a tree, that a branch would catch on us, would pull us down. At dark we stopped for the night. The trees were very small, and we couldn't get any shelter at all, and hard to get wood with no axe. We pulled together some half rotten lain trees. Our fire wouldn't burn hardly, and couldn't dry our things, and had to sit up all night with wet clothes on, near our fire, or rather near our smoke, as the wood being too rotten that it wouldn't burn. About two o'clock the wind turned westward, the rain ceased, but it began to snow very hard. The night was long and my mind on Hubbard all the time could not forget him.