a dark cloud of sorrow envelops fort chimo.

three days after the events narrated in the last chapter the fort of the fur-traders became a place of weeping; for on the morning of that day maximus arrived with the prostrate form of frank morton, whom he had discovered alone in the igloo on the lake, and with the dreadful news that little edith stanley was nowhere to be found!

it may be more easily imagined than described the state of mind into which the parents of the child were thrown; but after the first burst of emotion was past, stanley felt that a thorough and immediate search was the only hope that remained to him of finding his little one alive. still, when he considered the intensity of the cold to which she must have been exposed, and the length of time which had already elapsed since she was missed, his heart sank, and he could scarcely frame words of comfort to his prostrated partner. maximus had examined the immediate neighbourhood of the lake, in the hope of finding the tracks of the lost one; but a heavy fall of snow had totally obliterated these, and he wisely judged that it would be better to convey the sick man to the fort as quickly as possible and give the alarm, so that parties might be sent out to scour the country in all directions.

frank was immediately put to bed on his arrival, and everything done in order to restore him. in this attempt they succeeded so far as to obtain all the information he could give concerning his fall; but he remembered nothing further than that edith had been the means of bringing him to the snow-hut, where he lay in a deep, torpid slumber, until the voice and hand of maximus awakened him. when frank was told that edith was lost, he sprang from his bed as if he had received an electric shock. the confusion of his faculties seemed swept away, and he began to put on his garments with as much vigour as if he were well and strong; but ere he belted on his leather coat his cheek grew pale, his hand trembled, and he fell in a swoon upon the bed. this convinced him of the impossibility of doing anything in the search, and he was prevailed on, after two or three similar failures, to leave the work to others.

meanwhile the mountains and valleys of ungava were traversed far and near by the agonised father and his men. the neighbourhood of the lake was the first place searched, and they had not sought long ere they discovered the little sledge sticking fast among the rocks of the sea-coast, and chimo lying in the traces almost dead with cold and hunger. the dog had kept himself alive by gnawing the deerskin of which the traces were made. around this spot the search was concentrated, and the esquimaux of the neighbouring camp were employed in traversing the country in all directions; but, although scarce a foot of ground escaped the eager scrutiny of one or other of the party, not a vestige of edith was to be seen—not so much as a footprint in the snow.

days and nights flew by, and still the search was continued. frank quickly recovered under the affectionate care of the almost heartbroken mother, who found some relief from her crushing sorrow in ministering to his wants. but the instant he could walk without support, and long before it was prudent to do so, frank joined in the search. at first he could do little, but as day after day passed by his strength returned so rapidly that the only symptoms that remained to tell of his late accident were his pale cheek and the haggard expression of his countenance. but the mysterious disappearance of edith had more to do with the latter than illness.

weeks passed away, but still the dark cloud of sorrow hung over fort chimo, for the merry young voice that was wont to awake the surrounding echoes was gone. the systematic search had now been given up, for every nook, every glen, and gorge, and corrie within fifteen miles of the spot where they had found the little sledge, had been searched again and again without success. but hope clung with singular tenacity to the parents’ hearts long after it had fled from those of the men of the fort and of the esquimaux. every alternate day stanley and frank sallied forth with heavy steps and furrowed brows to explore more carefully those places where the child was most likely to have strayed, expecting, yet fearing, to find her dead body. but they always returned to the bereaved mother with silent lips and downcast looks.

they frequently conversed together about her, and always in a hopeful tone, each endeavouring to conceal from the other the real state of his own mind. indeed, except when necessity required it, they seldom spoke on any other subject.

one day stanley and frank were seated by the blazing stove in the hall conversing as usual about the plan of the search for that day. mrs stanley was busied in preparing breakfast.

“’tis going to blow hard from the north, frank,” said stanley, rising and looking out of the window; “i see the icebergs coming into the river with the tide. you will have a cold march, i fear.”

frank made no reply, but rose and approached the window. the view from it was a strange one. during the night a more than usually severe frost had congealed the water of the lake in the centre, and the icebergs that sailed towards the caniapuscaw river in stately grandeur went crashing through this young ice as if it had been paper, their slow but steady progress receiving no perceptible check from its opposition. some of these bergs were of great size, and in proceeding onwards they passed so close to the fort that the inhabitants feared more than once that a falling pinnacle might descend on the stores, which were built near to the water’s edge, and crush them. as the tide gradually rose it rushed with violence into the cavities beneath the solid ice on the opposite shore, and finding no escape save through a few rents and fissures, sent up columns or spouts of white spray in all directions, which roared and shrieked as they flew upwards, as if the great ocean were maddened with anger at finding a power strong enough to restrain and curb its might. at intervals the main ice rent with a crash like the firing of artillery; and as if nature had designed to carry on and deepen this simile, the shore was lined with heaps of little blocks of ice which the constantly recurring action of the tide had moulded into the shape and size of cannon balls.

but such sights were common to the inhabitants of fort chimo, and had long ago ceased to call forth more than a passing remark.

“may it not be possible,” murmured stanley, while he leant his brow on his hand, “that she may have gone up false river?”

“i think not,” said frank. “i know not how it is, but i have a strange conviction that she is yet alive. if she had perished in the snow, we should certainly have found her long ago. i cannot explain my feelings, or give a reason for them, but i feel convinced that darling eda is alive.”

“oh, god grant it!” whispered stanley in a deep voice, while his wife hastened from the room to conceal the tears which she could not restrain.

while frank continued to gaze in silence on the bleak scene without, a faint sound of sleigh-bells broke upon his ear.

“hark!” he cried, starting, and opening the door.

the regular and familiar sound of the bells came floating sweetly on the breeze. they grew louder and louder, and in a few seconds a team of dogs galloped into the fort, dragging a small sled behind them. they were followed by two stalwart indians, whose costume and manner told that they were in the habit of associating more with the fur-traders than with their own kindred. the dogs ran the sled briskly into the centre of the fort, and lay down panting on the snow, while the two men approached the hall.

“’tis a packet,” cried stanley, forgetting for the moment his sorrow in the excitement of this unexpected arrival.

in a moment all the men at the fort were assembled in the square.

“a packet! where come you from?”

“from moose fort,” replied the elder indian, while his comrade unfastened from the sled a little bundle containing letters.

“any news? are all well?” chorused the men.

“ay, all well. it is many day since we left. the way is very rough, and we did not find much deer. we saw one camp of indian, but they ’fraid to come. i not know why. but i see with them one fair flower which grow in the fields of the esquimaux. i suppose the indian pluck her, and dare not come back here.”

stanley started, and his cheek grew pale.

“a fair flower, say you? speak literally, man: was it a little white girl that you saw?”

“no,” replied the indian, “it was no white girl we saw. it was one young esquimau woman.”

stanley heaved a deep sigh and turned away, muttering, “ah! i might have known that she could not have fallen into the hands of indians so far to the south.”

“well, lads, take care of these fellows,” he cried, crushing down the feelings that had been for a brief moment awakened in his heart by the indian’s words, “and give them plenty to eat and smoke.” so saying he went off with the packet, followed by frank.

“niver fear ye; come along, honey,” said bryan, grasping the elder indian by the arm, while the younger was carried off by massan, and the dogs taken care of by ma-istequan and gaspard.

on perusing the letters, stanley found that it would be absolutely necessary to send a packet of dispatches to headquarters. the difficulties of his position required to be more thoroughly explained, and erroneous notions corrected.

“what shall i do, frank?” said he, with a perplexed look. “these indians cannot return to moose, having received orders, i find, to journey in a different direction. our own men know the way, but i cannot spare the good ones among them, and the second-rate cannot be depended on without a leader.”

frank did not give an immediate reply. he seemed to be pondering the subject in his mind. at length he said, “could not dick prince be spared?”

“no; he is too useful here. the fact is, frank, i think i must send you. it will do you good, my dear boy, and tend to distract your mind from a subject which is now hopeless.”

frank at first objected strongly to this plan, on the ground that it would prevent him from assisting in the forlorn search for edith; but stanley pointed out that he and the men could continue it, and that, on the other hand, his (frank’s) personal presence at headquarters would be of great importance to the interests of the company. at length frank was constrained to obey.

the route by which he purposed to travel was overland to richmond gulf on snow-shoes; and as the way was rough, he determined to take only a few days’ provisions, and depend for subsistence on the hook and gun. maximus, oolibuck, and ma-istequan were chosen to accompany him; and three better men he could not have had, for they were stalwart and brave, and accustomed from infancy to live by the chase, and traverse trackless wastes, guided solely by that power of observation or instinct with which savages are usually gifted.

with these men, a week’s provisions, a large supply of ammunition, a small sledge, and three dogs, of whom chimo was the leader, frank one morning ascended the rocky platform behind the fort, and bidding adieu to ungava, commenced his long journey over the interior of east main.