53

XV. IN THE WIGWAM OF SISHETAKUSHIN 171

XVI. ONE OF THE TRIBE 187

XVII. STILL FARTHER NORTH 199

XVIII. A MISSION OF TRUST 206

XIX. AT THE MERCY OF THE WIND 226

XX. PRISONERS OF THE SEA 240

XXI. ADRIFT ON THE ICE 254

XXII. THE MAID OF THE NORTH 269

XXIII. THE HAND OF PROVIDENCE 280

XXIV. THE ESCAPE 290

XXV. THE BREAK-UP 304

XXVI. BACK AT WOLF BIGHT 315

XXVII. THE CRUISE TO ST. JOHN'S 333

XXVIII. IN AFTER YEARS 341

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

FACING PAGE

THREE OF THE MEN HAULED, THE OTHER WITH
A POLE, KEPT IT CLEAR OF THE ROCKS Title

"BOB JUMPED OUT WITH THE PAINTER IN HIS HAND." 21

CHART OF THE TRAILS. 64

"MICMAC JOHN KNEW HIS END HAD COME." 114

"IT WAS DANGEROUS WORK." 173

"SAW HER STANDING IN THE BRIGHT MOONLIGHT." 197

"HE HELD THE VESSEL STEADILY TO HER COURSE." 298

UNGAVA BOB

I

HOW BOB GOT HIS "TRAIL"

It was an evening in early September twenty years ago. The sun was
just setting in a radiance of glory behind the dark spruce forest that
hid the great unknown, unexplored Labrador wilderness which stretched
away a thousand miles to the rocky shores of Hudson's Bay and the
bleak desolation of Ungava. With their back to the forest and the
setting sun, drawn up in martial line stood the eight or ten
whitewashed log buildings of the Hudson's Bay Company Post, just as
they had stood for a hundred years, and just as they stand to-day,
looking out upon the wide waters of Eskimo Bay, which now, reflecting
the glow of the setting sun, shone red and sparkling like a sea of
rubies.

On a clearing to the eastward of the post between the woods and water
was an irregular cluster of deerskin wigwams, around which loitered
dark-hued Indians puffing quietly at their pipes, while Indian women
bent over kettles steaming at open fires, cooking the evening meal,
and little Indian boys with bows shot harmless arrows at soaring gulls