Mollie Adams Diary of her Journey in the Canadian Rockies, August 2, 1908
Shirt Camp II.
Sunday, Aug. 2.
The day started out to be a hot one. Sun so warm at 7 A. M. that instead of making a fire in front of our tent, W. came and draped blankets over it to keep it cool. They went off with their axes about 9, and M. fetched in Nibs and Bugler and we did the strawberrying act again – went back to the edge of the willow brush where we were stuck yesterday. I never saw such fine ones or so many. We almost filled a 2 qt. pail in a little over 2 hrs. We rather expected to meet a bear at any moment, were pretty sure one had been that berry patch this morning. There are plenty around here. W. thinks Muggins met one yesterday while he was out trail hunting. He said Muggins was off nosing around as usual, when all of a sudden he came tearing back to him with his tail between his legs, and nothing would induce the scared pup to leave his boss’s heals for a long time. We saw cariboo [sic] tracks along the trail yesterday, and today while down the river cutting they saw perfectly fresh deer tracks. An. 4100 ft.
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