the last.

the joy with which the news was received by our seamen and their friends was somewhat marred by the death of the poor girl who had unconsciously been the means of their deliverance. during several days there was profound grief in the indian village, for rising sun had been a favourite with every one.

about this time one or two scattered bands of the party, which had gone to attack the paleface settlement, returned to the village, and when they found what had occurred in their absence, their enmity was turned into friendship, and general goodwill prevailed among all.

from the men just arrived paul and his friends heard of the fate of poor swinton and jim heron, but at the same time were relieved to find that none of the other seamen had been slain.

a grand council and palaver was held in front of bearpaw’s tent not long afterwards. it was a very grave and orderly council—one which would contrast favourably with many of our nineteenth century councils, for those savages had not at that time acquired the civilised capacity for open offhand misrepresentation, calumny, and personal abuse which is so conspicuous in these days, and which must be so gratifying to those who maintain that civilisation is the grand panacea for all the moral ills that flesh is heir to. whether the bethucks ever improved in this matter is not known, for history is silent on the point; but it is, perhaps, of little consequence, the bethuck race having become extinct.

“it is now a matter for our consideration, my friends and warriors,” said bearpaw, in opening the palaver, “whether the palefaces are to spend the winter here and hunt with us, or to return to the crooked lake to stay with our kinsman, the white hunter, and his wife, the sweet singer. of course, my warriors know well that we could keep the palefaces by force just as easily as we could take their scalps, if we were so disposed; but bearpaw is not a tyrant. he will not inflict kindness on his friends. his heart is great. it swells within him. something inside of him whispers, ‘let them do as they please.’ that must be right, for if circumstances were reversed, it would be right to let bearpaw do as he pleases.”

the chief paused and looked sternly round, as if to say, “contradict that if you dare!” possibly he felt that the “something inside of him” might have stated the golden rule more simply. returning to the point, he continued—

“bearpaw is glad that rising sun came home before he killed the palefaces, for her words have saved their lives. he is also glad that the friends of the palefaces came, for they have taught him wisdom. they have shown him that he was going to act in haste; they have told him that the great spirit orders all events here, and the great spirit himself has proved the truth of what they said; for, when bearpaw refused to believe the palefaces, he sent rising sun to confirm their words, and to convince bearpaw that he was wrong.”

again the chief paused, and looked round upon his men, some of whom appeared to dissent from what he said in condemnation of himself by slightly shaking their heads.

“bethuck warriors,” continued the chief, “have often told bearpaw that he is wise. bearpaw now tells his warriors that they are fools—fools for telling their chief that he is wise! if he had been wise he would not have come so near to shedding the blood of innocent men; but the great spirit prevented him. if the great spirit had not prevented him, still that would have been right, for the great spirit cannot do wrong, and he is not bound to give explanations to his creatures; though, doubtless, we will do it in the end. the heart of bearpaw is grateful to his paleface brothers, and he would be glad if they will stay to hunt over his lands and palaver in his wigwam during the winter; but if they prefer to go, they may do as they please. waugh! bearpaw has spoken.”

the chief sat down with emphasis, as if he felt that he had done his duty, and his men uttered a decided “ho!” of approval.

then hendrick rose, and, looking round the circle with that grave dignity of countenance and manner which was not less natural to himself than characteristic of his indian friends, delivered himself as follows:—

“i and my friends are glad that bearpaw recognises the hand of the great spirit in all that has occurred, for we rejoice to believe that he is the great first cause of all things, and that men are only second causes, gifted, however, with the mysterious power to do evil.

“in thanking my bethuck brother and his warriors for their kind invitation—i speak for all my party—we are all grateful, and we would greatly like to spend the winter here, and enjoy the hospitality of our red brothers. especially would my friend paul burns rejoice to read more to you from his wonderful writing, and explain it; but we cannot stay. my paleface brothers wish to return with me to crooked lake, where the sweet singer and her little ones await the return of the hands that feed and protect them.”

hendrick, pausing, looked round and received some nods of approval at this point.

“the winter is long, however,” he continued, “and when the snow is deep over all the land we can put on our snow-shoes and revisit bearpaw; or, better still, bearpaw and his warriors may come to crooked lake, when the sweet singer and her daughter will give them hearty welcome, supply them with more food than they can consume, and cause their ears and hearts to thrill with music.”

hendrick paused again, and decided marks of approval greeted his last words.

“but, my friends and kinsmen,” he resumed, “when winter draws to a close, the palefaces will go to the coast to see how it fares with their comrades, and to try whether it is not possible for them to make a big canoe in which to cross the great salt lake, for some of them have wives and mothers, sisters, fathers, and other relations whom they love, in the mighty land that lies far away where the sun rises—the land of my own fathers, about which i have often talked to you. if they cannot make a big enough canoe, they will wait and hope till another great canoe, like the one they lost, comes to this island—as come it surely will, bringing many palefaces to settle in the land.”

“when they come they shall be welcome,” said bearpaw, as hendrick sat down, “and we will hunt for them till they learn to hunt for themselves; we will teach them how to capture the big fish with the red flesh, and show them how to track the deer through the wilderness—waugh! but will our guests not stay with us till the hard frosts set in?”

“no; we must leave before the deep snow falls,” said hendrick. “much of that which fell lately has melted away; so we will start for crooked lake without further delay.”

the indian chief bowed his head in acquiescence with this decision, and the very next day paul and the captain and oliver, with their rescued comrades and strongbow, set out for hendrick’s home, which they reached not long after, to find that all was well, that the old indian servant had kept the family fully supplied with fish, flesh, and fowl; that no one had visited the islet since they left, that the sweet singers were in good voice; and that the family baby was as bright as ever, as great an anxiety to its mother, and as terrible a torment to its idolising nurse!

among others who took up their abode at that time on the hunter’s islet was the large dog blackboy. that faithful creature, having always had a liking for hendrick, and finding that the old master and mistress never came back, had attached itself to the party of palefaces, and quietly accepted the english name of blackboy.

now, it is impossible, with the space at our command, to recount all the sayings and doings of this section of the water wagtail’s crew during that winter: how they built a hut for themselves close to that of their host; how they learned to walk on snowshoes when the deep snow came; how, when the lake set fast and the thick ice formed a highway to the shore, little oscar taught oliver trench how to cut holes through to the water and fish under the ice; how hunting, sledging, football, and firewood-cutting became the order of the day; supping, story-telling, singing, and reading the manuscript gospel according to john, the order of the evening, and sleeping like tops, with occasional snoring, the order of the night, when the waters were thus arrested by the power of frost, and the land was smothered in snow. all this and a great deal more must be left untold, for, as we have said, or hinted, or implied before, matters of greater moment claim our attention.

one night, towards the close of that winter, paul burns suggested that it was about time to go down to the coast and visit their comrades there.

“so say i,” remarked grummidge, who at the time was feeding the baby, to the grave satisfaction of blackboy.

“sure, an’ i’m agreeable,” said squills, who was too busy feeding himself to say more.

as little stubbs, george blazer, fred taylor, and david garnet were of the same opinion, and hendrick had no objection, except that trueheart, goodred, and oscar would be very sorry to part with them, and the family baby would be inconsolable, it was decided that a start should be made without delay.

they set out accordingly, hendrick and strongbow alternately leading, and, as it is styled, beating the track, while the rest followed in single file. it was a long, hard journey, but our travellers were by that time inured to roughing it in the cold. every night they made their camp by digging a hole in the snow under the canopy of a tree, and kindling a huge fire at one end thereof. every morning at dawn they resumed the march over the snow-clad wilderness, and continued till sun-down. thus, day by day they advanced, living on the dried meat they carried on their backs, and the fresh meat and ptarmigan they procured with bolt and arrow. at last they reached the coast.

it was a clear, sharp, starry night when they arrived at wagtail bay, with an unusually splendid aurora lighting them on their way. anxious forebodings filled the breasts of most of the party, lest they should find that their comrades had perished; but on coming in sight of the principal hut, oliver exclaimed, “there’s a light in the window, and smoke coming from—hurr—!”

he would have cheered, but grummidge checked him.

“shut up your hatchway, lad! let us see what they are about before goin’ in.”

they all advanced noiselessly, grummidge leading, strongbow bringing up the rear. the hut had two windows of parchment, which glowed with the light inside, but through which they could not see, except by means of one or two very small holes, to which eager eyes were instantly applied. a most comfortable scene was presented, and jovial sounds smote the ears of those who listened. as far as they could make out every man of the crew was there, except, of course, big swinton and jim heron. some were playing draughts, some were mending nets or fashioning bows, and others were telling stories or discussing the events of the past day.

but a great change for the better was perceptible both in words and manners, for some of the seed which paul burns had let fall by the wayside, had, all unexpectedly, found good ground in several hearts, and was already bearing fruit. dick swan and spitfire no longer quarrelled as they played together, and bob crow no longer swore.

“heigho!” exclaimed the latter at the end of a game, as he stretched his arms above his head, “i wonder if we’ll ever play draughts in old england or see our friends again!”

“you’ll see some of ’em to-night, anyhow, god bless ye, bob crow,” cried grummidge, as he flung open the door and sprang in, while his snow-sprinkled comrades came tramp, tramp, in a line behind him!

who can describe that meeting as they shook hands, gasped, exclaimed, laughed—almost cried; while blackboy leaped around wildly joyful at the sight of so many old friends? we will not attempt it; but, leaving them there, we will conduct the reader down to a small creek hard by, where a curious sight may be seen—a small ship on the stocks nearly finished, which will clearly be ready to launch on the first open water.

from the wreck of the old ship, tools, and timber, and cordage had been recovered. the forests of newfoundland had supplied what was lacking. ingenuity and perseverance did the rest. need we add that the work went on merrily now that the wanderers had returned?

hendrick stayed with them till the little ship was launched. with a pleased yet sorrowful expression he watched as the eager men tested her stability and her sailing powers, and rejoiced with them on finding that she worked well and answered to her helm smartly.

“good-bye, friends, and god watch over you and me till that day after which there shall be no more partings,” he said, as they all shook hands for the last time.

he was left standing beside his indian friend on the rocks when the morning star finally set sail. the tall forms of the two men were still visible when the little vessel rounded the neighbouring headland and turned its prow towards england. they stood there sadly watching the lessening sails till the ship became a mere speck on the horizon and finally disappeared.

then hendrick slowly re-entered the forest, and, followed by strongbow, returned to his own home in the beautiful wilderness of newfoundland.