for the last time.
He was alone with his solitary hills, leaning on his rifle. They fired
two shots into the air. They saw him raise his rifle, and two faint
reports came in reply. He became again immovable: as much a part of
those hills as the shining glacier; never to leave them.

In silence the two rounded the cliff, and saw him no more.

THE TRAIL OF THE SUN DOGS

"Swell, you see," said Jacques Parfaite, as he gave Whiskey Wine, the
leading dog, a cut with the whip and twisted his patois to the uses of
narrative, "he has been alone there at the old Fort for a long time.
I remember when I first see him. It was in the summer. The world smell
sweet if you looked this way or that. If you drew in your breath quick
from the top of a hill you felt a great man. Ridley, the chief trader,
and myself have come to the Fort on our way to the Mackenzie River. In
the yard of the Fort the grass have grown tall, and sprung in the cracks
under the doors and windows; the Fort have not been use for a long time.
Once there was plenty of buffalo near, and the caribou sometimes; but
they were all gone--only a few. The Indians never went that way, only
when the seasons were the best. The Company have close the Post; it did
not pay. Still, it was pleasant after a long tramp to come to even an
empty fort. We know dam' well there is food buried in the yard or under
the floor, and it would be droll to open the place for a day--Lost Man's
Tavern, we called it. Well--"

"Well, what?" said Sir Duke Lawless, who had travelled up to the Barren
Grounds for the sake of adventure and game; and, with his old friend,
Shon M'Gann, had trusted himself to the excellent care of Jacques
Parfaite, the half-breed.

Jacques cocked his head on one side and shook it wisely and
mysteriously. "Tres bien, we trailed through the long grass, pried
open the shutters and door, and went in. It is cool in the north of
an evening, as you know. We build a fire, and soon there is very fine
times. Ridley pried up the floor, and we found good things. Holy! but it
was a feast. We had a little rum also. As we talk and a great laugh swim
round, there come a noise behind us like shuffling feet. We got to our
legs quick. Mon Dieu, a strange sight! A man stand looking at us
with something in his face that make my fingers cold all at once--a
look--well you would think it was carved in stone--it never change.
Once I was at Fort Garry; the Church of St. Mary is there. They