Day 52 – 4th of June?

The pemmican and biscuits that I have been carefully rationing are almost gone, as are the two tins of fuel I have been using for dregs of warmth and melting ice for drinking water. I have not seen a living thing larger than a lichen on the island, and even if I do fancy seeing the occasional seal amidst the waves, I surely could not kill it. I need all six bullets in my revolver to fend off bears, if indeed any bears every frequent this place. I tremble to write what the sixth is to be held back for.

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