April 9 - Did not feel quite myself, having had no sleep, but after a breakfast of hardtack and tea felt all right. A train of flat cars boarded up at the sides backed in for us. Then all aboard, and we were off on a cold ride westward to next gap, 85 miles distant. All in good spirits though it was so cold. The excitement of being jolted and jerked about over the rough road kept up some circulation. Had hardtack and cheese and tea (made from hot tap on the engine). Reached Gap No. 2 just at dark; had a mile to march to get to our quarters for the night: "Hell-Fire-Bay" it was named, on the north shore of Lake Superior, consisted of some large tents for sleeping quarters for some; others in the hold of a schooner. All had tea at about midnight, only about 50 being able to get to the tables at a time. Lou Macdougald and I could only find sleeping space in the blacksmith shop, slept with our heads against the anvil for pillow.