July 8, 1917 A Final Note

July 8, 1917

12:45pm – A final note before I leave. I doubt I’ll have time to write much over the next few weeks so this might be my last entry for a while.

Shannon came down with the supplies I needed. He also said that Chubby has the cash locked up and he doesn’t know where he is. I felt a wave of panic wash over me, but I tried my best not to show anything to Shannon. This might be the last time he’ll ever see me. I have a reputation for disappearing without notice and showing up unannounced. I left last fall without saying a decent goodbye, so this wouldn’t be anything new.

I asked Shannon about the sketches. They’re still at the Trainors. Intact for now. Once I get the canoe packed up, I will paddle over and fetch them. I’ll take them with me, and where it is possible, I would ship them down to Dr. MacCallum in Toronto. I could probably ship them from Dwight or Lake of Bays. I can’t trust Shannon to do this for me.

It was raining as I packed up and I have put everything under the rubber sheet in the canoe. Shannon said he had to get out of the rain or he’d have to change his suit. Before I had a chance to bid him goodbye he started back towards the lodge.

Final things together before I push off. I’ll pull up to the Trainors to see about  the sketches. I see Martin Jr. launching his putt putt boat. Looks like he might be going deer-hunting because Bessie is holding his rifle.