and the best of tepees
and guns and sledges, and several treasures besides. Two of these
Yellow Bird and her husband disclosed to Jolly Roger this first night.
One of them was a sewing machine, and the other--a phonograph! And
Jolly Roger listened to "Mother Machree" and "The Rosary" that night as
he sat by Wollaston Lake with six hundred miles of wilderness between
him and Cragg's Ridge.

Later, when the camp slept, Yellow Bird and Slim Buck and Jolly Roger
still sat beside the red embers of their fire, and Jolly Roger told of
what had happened down at the edge of civilization. It was what his
heart needed, and he left out none of the details. Slim Buck was
listening, but Jolly Roger knew he was talking straight at Yellow Bird,
and that her warm heart was full of understanding. Softly, in that low
Cree voice which is the sweetest of all voices, she asked him many
questions about Nada, and gently her slim fingers caressed the tress of
Nada's hair which he let her take in her hands. And after a long time,
she said.

"I have given her a name. She is Oo-Mee, the Pigeon."

Slim Buck started at the strange note in her voice.

"The Pigeon," he repeated,

"Yes, Oo-Mee, the Pigeon," Yellow Bird nodded. She was not looking at
them. In the firelight her eyes were glowing pools. Her body had grown
a little tense. Without asking Jolly Roger's permission she placed the
tress of Nada's hair in her bosom. "Oo-Mee, the Pigeon," she said
again, looking far away. "That is her name, because the Pigeon flies
fast and straight and true. Over forests and lakes and worlds the
Pigeon flies. It is tireless. It is swift. It always--flies home."

Slim Buck rose quietly to his feet.

"Come," he whispered, looking at Jolly Roger,

Yellow Bird did not look at them or speak to them, and Slim Buck--with
his hand on Jolly Roger's arm--pulled him gently away. In his eyes was
a little something of fear, and yet along with it a sublime faith.

"Her spirit will be with Oo-Mee, the Pigeon, tonight," he said in a
voice struck with awe. "It will go to this place which you have
described, and it will live in the body of the girl, and through Yellow
Bird it will tell you tomorrow what has happened, and what is going to
happen."

In the edge of the shore-willows Jolly Roger stood for a time watching
Yellow Bird as she sat under the stars, motionless as a figure graven
out of stone. He felt a curious tingling at his heart, something
stirring uneasil