il boat, northward bound from St. Johns, felt her way cautiously i

s ceased to throb and she lay at rest in harbour, Allen Shadrach Trowbridge of Boston, her only passen

all call him--had completed his freshman year in college. When college closed he set sail at onc

quite alone. For many months he had been planning and preparing fo

elican post of the Hudson's Bay Company, and at the dim outline of dark forest behind--a clean-cut, square-shouldered, athletic young fellow, who carrie

and the romantic life of the trappers and dusky tribes which it sheltered, were pregnant with interest. But his wildest dreams could not h

," remarked the steward,

rontier! And back there is a real wilderness! Just the sort

th a deprecatory shrug. "It's a land o' hard knocks and short grub. You'd better leave

have a rattling good summer hunting and

ere on the dock looking for us, and mighty glad to see us," laughed the steward.

noe. I'll paddle that over, if you'

he expected that, for he was going to rough it! But with the woods full of game and fish there'd be plenty to eat! He didn'

of beach adjoining the wharf, and two of them strolled down to inspect his canoe when he lift

llow with a straggly red beard, and picturesquely attired in moleskin trousers tucked into th

" agreed the other, a powerful, broad-shouldered, deep-chested man, who wore a li

jun craft," said the one addressed

wonderful lot stanche

remarked, to break the ice of reserve, and to give the two trappers

no doot o' that. Her lines be right, sir. She'

' back wi' th' ship?" asked Ed, una

de I shall stay for the summer and take a c

can get un in th'

r he was misunderstood, or whether the trapper was making game of him. Ed's r

eeps a wonderful stock

h to employ a man to go into the country w

ts!" exclaimed Ed, li

n that suggested scorn of Ed's ignorance. "A pilot an' a guide

n firewood for th' wife, t' last she through th' winter whilst I be on th' trail trappin'. An Dick here's fixed th' same. Dick an' me's partners fishin', an' he give

ged. "My name is Trowbridge. Perhaps you may be able to tell me

gth suggested. "He were home th' winter, an' they hauled a rare lot o' wood

ould sure go, what

. "How old a man is this Ungava Bob, and is

September--but a rare likely lad--good as

ut we calls him 'Ungava Bob' for a wonderful cr

as to have won a title! I'm interested, and I

t now we be a-standin' an' a-keepin'

or of the post, but you haven't detained me in th

th' ship goes, an' she'll be here

hip goes," decided Shad, "and I'd be glad to hear

be seats an' we can talk in comfort," suggested E

fog is cold." And he followed the two trappers