rough and tumble—a polar bear made useful—fishing and floundering, and narrow escapes—an unexpected discovery, productive of mingled perplexity and joy.

“you remember, i daresay, that the day on which i left ungava, last spring, was an unusually fine one—just such a day, eda, as those on which you and i and chimo were wont to clamber up the berry-glen. but the clambering that we went through there was nothing to the work we went through on our third day from the fort. maximus and oolibuck were first-rate climbers, and we would have got over the ground much faster than we did but for the dogs, which could not travel easily over the rough ground with their loaded sled. chimo, indeed, hauled like a hero, and if the other dogs had been equal to him we would have been here before to-day. well, as i said, our third day was one of considerable toil. leaving the river we struck into the mountains, but after nearly breaking our sled to pieces, and endangering our necks more than once, we found it necessary to return to the river and follow its windings into the interior.

“after many days of as rough travelling as i ever experienced, we came to the lake district on the height of land, and travelled for some time more rapidly and with much greater ease. there were plenty of ptarmigan here, so that we saved our provisions—a matter of importance, as you know, in a country where we might have found nothing fit for food. one evening, towards sunset, as we were crossing a large lake, it came on to snow heavily, and ere long we could not see the land.

“‘what shall we do, maximus?’ said i; ‘it seems to me that if we go on we may wander out of our course and lose much time ere we find it again. shall we turn back?’

“‘better go on,’ replied maximus.

“oolibuck seemed to be of the same opinion, so i gave my whip a flourish to urge on the dogs, which were beginning to flag, owing to the difficulty of drawing the sled through the deepening snow. but the two rear dogs could hardly be prevailed on to move. even chimo was knocked up. in this dilemma maximus came to my aid. he hung one of the ptarmigan at his belt, and letting the dogs smell it, walked on before. the hungry animals brightened up instantly, and went forward for a considerable distance with alacrity.

“but after trudging on for two or three miles, the snow fell so thickly that we thought proper to call a halt and hold another council of war.

“‘now,’ said i, ‘it is my opinion that we should encamp on the ice; there is no use in wearying the dogs, and ourselves in uncertainty; what think you, lads?’

“‘me t’ink so too,’ said oolibuck.

“maximus nodded his head by way of assent, so we immediately set to work to make our encampment. you recollect the hut we built on the lake when i was so badly hurt, and when you were lost, eda? well, we made a snow-house just like that one; and as we worked very hard, we had it up and were all snug under its shelter in little more than two hours. meanwhile, the dogs were fed; and a small piece of wood, that we fortunately brought with us on the sled, was cut up, and a fire kindled. but this only served long enough to boil the kettle; and then it went out, leaving us to eat our supper in the dark, for by this time the sun had set. however, we did not mind that much; and when we had finished, and were stretched out side by side on the snow, smoking our pipes, while the dogs lay at our feet and kept us warm, i thought that a palace could not have been more comfortable than our snow-house.

“as we had no wood wherewith to make another fire, and so could not procure water except by the tedious process of digging through the ice, i resolved to try an experiment which i had once heard had been attempted with success. this was, to fill a bottle with snow and take it to bed with me. during the night the heat of my body melted the snow, and in the morning we had sufficient water to give us each a draught at breakfast.

“when morning came we found that it was blowing and drifting so hard that we could not venture to move; so we made up our minds to remain where we were until the weather should moderate.

“‘maximus,’ said i, after our breakfast of cold boiled ptarmigan was over, ‘set to work outside and dig a hole through the ice. i have no doubt we shall find fish in this lake. if we do, they will form an excellent addition to our fare. i will prepare the lines and hooks.’

“maximus, whose huge body was stretched out at full length, while he enjoyed his pipe, rose to obey; but as he was about to leave the hut oolibuck said a few words to him.

“‘please, sir,’ said oolibuck, with his usual oily smile, ‘my countrymen fish in igloo when blow hard. pr’aps ve make hole here, if you like.’

“‘very good,’ said i; ‘make the hole where you please, and look sharp about it, else i shall have my lines prepared before you reach the water.’

“the two esquimaux immediately set to work, and in less than an hour a hole about six feet deep was yawning in the middle of our floor. through this we set two lines, and our usual luck attended us immediately. we caught five or six excellent white-fish, and one or two trout, in the first half-hour, so that we were enabled to give the dogs a capital feed. moreover, we froze as many as we could carry along with us for future use; but we had not the satisfaction of having a good dinner of them that day, as we had no wood wherewith to make fire. you would have been greatly amused had you peeped in at the ice-window of our igloo that day, as we sat round the hole in the floor with eager, excited looks. i confess, however, that i left the work principally to the two men, who seemed to relish it amazingly. maximus was earnest and energetic, as he always is; but the expression of oolibuck’s face underwent the most extraordinary transformations—now beaming with intense hope, as he felt, or thought he felt, a tug; anon blazing with excitement, while his body jerked as if a galvanic shock had assailed it, under the influence of a decided pull. then his visage was elongated as the fish escaped, and was again convulsed by another pull, or shone in triumph as he hauled the wriggling captive into the light of day.

“towards evening the wind fell, and we resumed our journey. we were not again interrupted by weather for more than a week after this, but were much perplexed by the chains of small lakes into which we came. at last we reached clearwater lake, and had a long consultation as to the best course to pursue, because it was now a question whether we should follow the chain of lakes by which we came up to ungava in our canoes, or make a straight cut for the coast and take our chance of finding it. while we were yet uncertain what to do, our course was decided by a polar bear!”

“a polar bear!” cried edith, in surprise.

“ay; a polar bear and her cub settled the question for us, as you shall hear presently,” replied frank. “but first hand me papa’s tobacco-pouch, please, as my pipe is exhausted.

“there, now,” continued frank, re-lighting his pipe, and throwing a fresh log on the fire, “that’s comfortable. well, as i said, we were somewhat perplexed as to what we should do, when, in wandering about the lake endeavouring to find the outlet, i came upon the track of a polar bear; and by the side of it were little foot-prints, which showed me that it was a she-bear with her cub. i observed that the tracks were quite fresh.

“‘now, then, maximus,’ said i, pointing to the tracks, which went to the westward, ‘there is a sure guide who will conduct us by the quickest route to the coast.’ i could tell this, eda, because i knew that the bear had found food rather scarce in those high regions, and would descend clearwater river in order to fish in the open water at the falls, which are very numerous in that river. on reaching the coast it would find plenty seals in the sea. in the meantime i had nothing to do but follow its track to be conducted by the shortest route to clearwater river, the commencement of which was difficult to find owing to the flatness of the margin of the lake at this end. away we went then, and, as i had expected, were soon led to the river, down the banks of which we scrambled, over rocks and crags, through bushes and snow, until we came to the coast at richmond gulf.

“but it took us many weeks to accomplish the journey which i have briefly sketched thus far, and when we reached the coast, worn with hard travel, and our clothing uncomfortably ragged, the spring was well advanced—rivers were breaking up, ducks and geese were passing to the north, and there were thousands of deer, so that we found ourselves suddenly in the midst of abundance. just before reaching the gulf i witnessed the breaking up of a river, which was one of the grandest sights i ever saw.

“the river was not a very large one. on reaching it we were much struck with a curious barrier of ice that was jammed across it. on examination i saw that the ice had given way some time before we arrived there, and an enormous cake, of many yards surface and fully six feet thick, had, while being hurled along by the swelling water, caught upon the rugged rocks and been tilted upon end. thus it formed a temporary barrier, against which other masses were forced until the outlet was completely checked, and the water began to rise with great rapidity. as we stood on the high cliff, looking down on the wild ravine in which this was going on, i heard a loud crack. in another instant the obstructing barrier burst like a thunderclap, and the pent-up waters leaped with one mighty roar into their accustomed channel! the devastation created was inconceivably grand. rocks of many tons weight were torn up, cast like playthings on the rushing ice, and hurled on the cliffs below, while trees, and ice, and water swept down the gorge in a mad whirl, that made my brain reel as i gazed at it. in an hour the worst of this awful scene was over, but the unutterable desolation that was left will remain for centuries, i believe, to tell of the mighty rush that happened there.

“our first experience of richmond gulf was not by any means pleasant. when we arrived it was covered with ice; but we did not know that, although it appeared to be solid enough, it was in reality little better than frozen sludge or foam. oolibuck happened to be walking first, with the line of his little sled over his shoulder. for a short distance we plodded on, intending to cross the gulf; but i was suddenly aroused from a reverie by a shout from maximus. looking hastily up, i beheld nothing of oolibuck except his head above the ice, while maximus was trying to pull him out by hauling at the tail-line of the sled. luckily oolibuck had kept fast hold of the line which was over his shoulder, and after much trouble we succeeded in dragging him out of the water. a sharp frost happened to have set in, and before we got back to the shore the poor fellow’s garments were frozen so stiff that he could not run.

“‘this is a bad job, maximus,’ said i; ‘we must carry him. do you lift his head, and i’ll take the feet.’

“‘oh be queek! i is frizzen up,’ cried oolibuck, casting a rueful look through his tangled locks, which were a mere mass of icicles!

“maximus gave a loud chuckle, and before i could assist him he seized his comrade in his powerful arms, heaved him over his shoulder like a sack, and ran towards the shore as lightly as if his burden were a child instead of a big over-fed esquimau!

“arrived at the woods, we wrapped oolibuck in our blankets; then we kindled a fire, and in two hours after his clothes were dried and himself ready to proceed. this might have turned out a more serious accident, however, and we felt very thankful when we had our damp companion steaming beside a good fire. the lesson was not thrown away, for we coasted round richmond gulf instead of attempting to cross it.

“and now,” continued frank, stirring the fire and re-lighting his pipe, which invariably went out at the interesting parts of his narrative—“now i come to that part of my story which bears on the fate of maximus.

“as i have said, we had arrived at the coast, and began to look forward to moose fort as the first resting-place on our journey. by far the greater part of the journey lay before us, eda; for, according to my calculation, i have travelled since last spring a distance of three thousand miles, nearly a thousand of which have been performed on foot, upwards of a thousand in boats and canoes, and a thousand by sea; and in the whole distance i did not see a civilised spot of ground or a single road—not so much as a bridle-path. as bryan’s favourite song has it—

“‘over mountains and rivers i was pelted to shivers.’

“but i’m happy to say i have not, as the same song continues, ‘met on this land with a wathery grave.’ i was very near it once, however, as you shall hear.

“well, away we went along the coast of james’s bay, much relieved to think that the mountains were now past, and that our road henceforth, whatever else it might be, was level. one evening, as we were plodding wearily along, after a hard day’s march over soft snow alternated with sandy beach—for the spring was fast advancing—we came suddenly on a camp of indians. at first i thought they must be some of the moose indians, but on inquiry i found that they were a party of muskigons, who had wandered all over east main, and seemed to be of a roving, unsettled disposition. however, we determined to encamp along with them for that night, and get all the information we could out of them in regard to their hunting-grounds.

“we spent a great part of the night in the leathern wigwam of the principal chief, who was a sinister-looking old rascal, though i must say he received us hospitably enough, and entertained us with a good deal of small-talk, after time and the pipe had worn away his reserve. but i determined to spend part of the night in the tent of a solitary old woman who had recently been at moose fort, and from whom i hoped to hear some news of our friends there. you know i have had always a partiality for miserable old wives, eda; which accounts, perhaps, for my liking for you! this dame had been named old moggy by the people at moose; and she was the most shrivelled, dried-up, wrinkled old body you ever saw. she was testy too; but this was owing to the neglect she experienced at the hands of her tribe. she was good-tempered by nature, however; a fact which became apparent the longer i conversed with her.

“‘well, old moggy,’ said i, on entering her tent, ‘what cheer, what cheer?’

“‘there’s no cheer here,’ she replied peevishly, in the indian tongue.

“‘nay, then,’ said i, ‘don’t be angry, mother; here’s a bit o’ baccy to warm your old heart. but who is this you have got beside you?’ i asked, on observing a good-looking young girl, with a melancholy cast of countenance, seated in a dark corner of the wigwam, as if she sought concealment. i observed that she was whiter than indians usually are, and supposed at first that she was a half-breed girl; but a second glance convinced me that she had little if any of the indian blood in her veins.

“‘she is my only friend,’ said old moggy, her dark eye brightening as she glanced towards the girl. ‘she was to have been my son’s wife, but the great spirit took my son away. she is all that is left to me now.’

“the old woman’s voice trembled as she spoke the last few words, and she spread her skinny hands over the small fire that smouldered in the centre of the floor.

“i was proceeding to make further inquiries into this girl’s history, when the curtain-door of the tent was raised and oolibuck thrust in his shaggy head.

“‘please, sir, de ole chief him wants baccy. i have smoke all mine. vill you give some?’

“‘here you are,’ said i, throwing a lump to the esquimau. ‘send maximus to me; i want to speak with him.’

“‘i is here,’ said maximus, outside the tent.

“‘ah! that’s right.—now, old moggy, i’ll be back in a few minutes, so don’t go to sleep till i return.’

“as i was about to issue from the tent, the young girl passed me hastily, and, drawing the hood over her head and face, darted through the opening. i found maximus gazing after her in surprise.

“‘hallo, maximus! what’s wrong? do you think the girl’s a witch?’

“‘no; but i t’ink she be funny. she look close into my face, and fly ’way when you come hout o’ tent.’

“‘that’s odd. did you ever see her before?’

“‘i not see her yet. she keep face covered up.’

“‘well, come along, it doesn’t signify. i want you to go with me to the chief’s wigwam, to ask where we are to put the dogs for the night, and to see about our own quarters.’

“old moggy’s wigwam stood at the distance of several hundred yards from the other tents of the village, from which it was separated by a belt of stunted trees and willows. through this copsewood maximus and i took our way, following one of the many beaten tracks made by the indians. the night was clear, and we found no difficulty in picking our steps among the low shrubs. when we were about half-way through this wood, i observed a female form gliding among the bushes. she ran towards maximus, who walked in advance and concealed me with his bulky form. but a slight bend in the road revealed my figure, and the woman paused, as if uncertain what to do.

“‘surely that is your unknown friend again,’ said i, as we both halted. then i beckoned her to approach. at first she appeared unwilling to do so; but suddenly she seemed to change her mind, and walking boldly up to maximus, she threw back her hood and stood before him. i observed that she was moggy’s young friend, but a wondrous change had come over her. the pale cheeks were now covered with a bright blush, and the sad eyes were sparkling with animation, as she gazed intently into the face of the esquimau. for a few seconds maximus looked like one thunder-struck. ‘aneetka!’ he exclaimed vehemently, and, striding forward with a suppressed cry, clasped the girl in his arms.

“you may easily conceive my surprise at this scene. immediately the recollection of the attack by the indians on the esquimau camp, and of maximus’s young bride having been carried off, flashed upon me, and i had no doubt that the esquimau girl now stood before me. indeed, the fact of the broken exclamations uttered by the pair being in the esquimau tongue put this beyond a doubt. a feeling of great delight filled my heart as i looked upon the couple thus unexpectedly reunited; while they, quite oblivious of my presence, poured out a flood of question and reply, in the midst of which they ever and anon embraced, to make sure, no doubt, of their physical identity. then it suddenly occurred to me that i was behaving very ill, so i wheeled about and sauntered away to a little distance in the direction of the shore, in order to take some astronomical observations of the sky, and gaze inquiringly up at the moon, which at that moment broke through a bank of clouds, tipping the icebergs on the sea and the branches of the overhanging trees with silver light.

“in quarter of an hour maximus came to me and presented his long-lost bride, aneetka, whose pretty face beamed with joy, while her lover’s frame appeared to expand with felicity until he looked like an exaggerated hercules. but we had no time to waste in talking of the past. the present required our instant and earnest attention; so we sat down on the stem of a fallen tree to consult as to how we were to get aneetka out of the hands of her indian captors. her brief history, after she was captured at ungava, was as follows:—

“the indian who had intended to make her his bride found her resolved rather to die than to marry him; but hoping that time would overcome her objection, he placed her under the care of his widowed mother, old moggy, on returning to his village in the interior. soon afterwards this indian was killed by a brown bear, and the poor mother became a sort of outcast from the tribe, having no relations to look after her. she was occasionally assisted, however, by two youths, who came to sue for the hand of the esquimau girl. but aneetka, true to her first love, would not listen to their proposals. one of these lovers was absent on a hunting expedition at the time we discovered aneetka; the other, a surly fellow, and disliked by the most of his comrades, was in the camp. from the day of her son’s death, a feeling of sympathy had sprung up between old moggy and the esquimau girl, and this had gradually strengthened into affection.

“thus matters stood when we fell in with her. after much deliberation, it was resolved that i should go to the old chief and tell him that old moggy and her adopted child wished to quit the tribe and go to moose with us, to live there; while aneetka should go and acquaint her old protectress with our plans and her own altered circumstances.

“‘adieu, then, aneetka,’ said i, as the girl pushed her lover away and bounded into the woods.—‘now, maximus, nothing will do for it but stout hearts and strong arms. come along, lad.’

“i found, to my surprise, that the old chief had no objection to the arrangement i proposed. a few of the others did not seem inclined to part with their captive; but i explained to them the advantage it would be to them to have friends at court, as it were, and said that the fur-traders would be glad to support moggy in her old age—which was true enough, for you all know as well as i do that there is not a post in the country where there are not one or more old or otherwise helpless indians supported gratuitously by the hudson’s bay company. the only man who resolutely opposed the proposal was meestagoosh, the rejected lover; but i silenced him in a novel manner. he was a tall, powerful fellow, of about my own size.

“‘come,’ said i to his assembled comrades, in the indian language, for i found they understood my bad mixture of cree and sauteaux very well—‘come, friends, let us deal fairly in this matter. my man there has taken a fancy to the girl—let meestagoosh and maximus wrestle for her.’

“a loud laugh greeted this proposal, as the indians surveyed the huge proportions of my esquimau.

“‘well, then,’ i continued, ‘if meestagoosh is afraid of the esquimau, i have no objections to try him myself.’ the indian looked at me with an angry glance, and seemed, i thought, half inclined to accept the challenge; so, to cut the matter short, i took him by the throat and hurled him to the ground—a feat which was evidently enjoyed by his countrymen.

“meestagoosh rose and retired with a savage scowl on his face, and i saw no more of him. indeed, i believe he left the camp immediately.

“after this no opposition was offered, and i made the matter sure by distributing a large quantity of powder, shot, and tobacco to the chiefs. old moggy made no objection to our plan, so we set out the next day with an additional dog purchased from the indians in order to make our team strong enough to haul the old woman when she got knocked up with walking. six days brought us to moose fort, just as the ice on the river was breaking up. here, as i have already told you, maximus and aneetka were married in due form by the wesleyan missionary, after they had received some instruction and expressed their desire to become christians. then they were supplied with a canoe and all necessary provisions, and sent off to go round the coast to ungava, accompanied by our good dog chimo, for whom we had now no further use, and by old moggy, who would not consent to be separated from her friend aneetka. they started along the coast on a fine spring day, and the back of his sealskin coat, shining in the sun’s rays like velvet, as the canoe swept out to sea, and disappeared behind a low point, was the last that i saw of maximus.

“i will not weary you just now,” continued frank, “with the details of my subsequent journeying, as, although full of incidents, nothing of a very thrilling character occurred except once. at moose i remained till the rivers were clear of ice, and then set off into the interior of the country with a small canoe and five men, oolibuck being bowsman. for many days we voyaged by rivers and lakes, until we arrived at the michipicoten river, which is a very rough one, and full of tremendous falls and rapids. one day, while we were descending a rapid that rushed through a dark gorge of frowning rocks, and terminated in a fall, our canoe was broken in two, and the most of us thrown into the water. we all swam ashore in safety, with the exception of one man, who clung to the canoe, poor fellow, and was carried along with it over the fall. we never saw him more, although we searched long and carefully for his body.

“we now found ourselves in a very forlorn condition. we were dripping wet, without the means of making a fire, and without provisions or blankets, in the midst of a wild, uninhabited country. however, we did not lose heart, but set off on foot to follow the river to its mouth, where we knew we should find relief at michipicoten fort. the few days that followed were the most miserable i ever passed. we allayed the cravings of hunger by scraping off the inner bark of the trees, and by a few of last year’s berries which had been frozen and so preserved. once or twice we crossed the river on rafts of drift-wood, and at night lay down close to each other under the shelter of a tree or cliff. at length we arrived at the fort on lake superior, quite worn out with fatigue and starvation. here we waited until the canoes from canada passed; and after a somewhat similar voyage, through woods, rivers, and lakes, arrived at length, about the beginning of autumn, at york fort, on hudson’s bay.

“here i spent some weeks in recalling to memory and recording on paper the contents of my dispatches, which had been lost, along with our canoe and baggage, in michipicoten river; and when these were finished and delivered, i embarked, along with our outfit of goods, in the beaver, and sailed for ungava. i need scarcely add that the voyage was a prosperous one, and that the brightest day in it all was that on which we found the boat, with our dear little edith, beset among the ice near the entrance to ungava bay.”

while frank was thus occupied in narrating the events of his long journey in the hall of fort chimo, oolibuck was similarly employed in entertaining the men. after the day’s toil of unloading the ship was over, he was placed in the middle of the circle, directly in front of the blazing fire, by dick prince and massan; while moses, oostesimow, gaspard, and ma-istequan sat on his right; and bryan, la roche, françois, and augustus supported him on the left—all having pipes in their mouths, which were more or less blackened by constant use. a pipe was then handed to oolibuck, and the order given, generally by bryan, “to blaze away.”

this the oily-visaged esquimau did with right good-will; and the shouts of laughter which issued from the house occasionally, as he proceeded with his interminable narration, proved that the spirit and humour of the stout voyageur had not been crushed by the trials and dangers of his long, eventful journey.