The Gaunt Gray Wolf: A Tale of Adventure With Ungava Bob

ey were presently seated in the men's kitchen. "Dick's name, here, be Richard, too, but we calls he 'Dick,' and Richard Gray, Richar

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lphur to burn off, "wonderful hard luck. His furrin' fails he two years runnin', an' then th' fishin' fails he, an' his de

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e," corre

dge,' sir?" asked Ed, unwilli

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trail, follows him like a pack o' hungry wolves? Well, just at th' time I'm speakin' about, Richard's little maid Emily falls off a ledge an' hurts she so she can

tal in St. Johns, an' so they fetches Emily back t' Wolf Bight, for a tr

t' Richard an' his ma he goes t' Douglas Campbell, an' says t' Douglas, an' he lets he work th' Big Hill trail on shares t

las Campbell

rkin' as servant for th' Company, an' then leavin' th' Company t' go trappin'. He done wonderful well, buyin' t

d, we workin' connectin' trails, an' he done fine. He starts right

th' one after he were lost!" broke

lot o' martens an' otters up t' Christmas,

Micmac goes in an' steals Bob's tent when Bob were up country after deer. A snow comin' on--'twere wonderful cold--Bob gives out tryin' t' find his til

knowin' how far they took he before he wakes up, or rightly how t' find his tilt,

No man in th' Bay were ever t' Ungava before,

is two huskies he has with he--an' when they thinks they's lost, or like t' be lost, they comes on a tradin' vessel froze in th' ice an' loaded wi'

n' with us, we sails th' vessel, which were 'The Maid o' the North,' t' St. Johns, an' Bob gets fifteen t

he little girl--his

Bight in September, cured an' fine. She be a fine

-breed Indian--Micmac John

for Bob an' finds Micmac's bones where th' wolves scatters un, an' handy to un is Bob's flatsled an' thinkin' they's Bob'

" exclaimed Shad. "He must hav

would be a long story t' tell un

had stepped out of doors and returned at this mo

dge," br

e," volunt

a lot worse'n Bob tells un. Fog's clearin', E

' the fog's clea

o you really think I may be able to engage him to

' for th' trails for three weeks, whatever, an' he's bidin' home

" Shad decided. "

air wind. They's plenty o' room, an' we can tow th' canoe. Me an' Ed lives at Porcupine C

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hundred miles inland from Fort Pelican, offered good canoe routes, Shad felt that a kind fate had inde

dventures, and he's an interesting chap. Ed Matheson will probably relate these adventures to you, properly embellished, if you go up t

ied him to the wharf, the trappers had already stowed his outfit into their boat, and the two mean were awaiting his arrival. No time was lost in g

resently the sky cleared, the sun broke through the mist, the freshening north wind swept away the last lingering fog bank, and as a curtain

h of gently heaving waters, rose a range of snow-capped mountains, extending far to the westward. Reaching up from th

isitive moment at the passing boat, and once a flock of ducks settled upon the waters. The air was redolent with the pungent odour of spruc

heson launched upon tales of stirring wilderness adventures in which his i

a receptive listener, wished that he, too, might battle with nature as these men did. How tame a

mid-afternoon, and Shad, impatient to reach Wolf Bight and begin his explorations in company with Ungava Bob, p

' mornin'. Th' wind's veered t' th' nor'-nor'west, an' she's like t' kick up so

b may not be able to give me much time, and I

er, an' then make th' crossin' for th' south shore, keepin' that blue mountain peak just off your starboard bow, an' you can't

follow your adv

red with a rope. "I'm thinkin' I'll lash your outfit t' th' canoe. They

s only his impatience to plunge into the deep forests reaching away to the westward, and a growing curiosi

oint Dick had indicated, and the rising breeze was beginn

Wolf Bight that night, and he did not wish to stop. The sun was setting, but there was to be a full moon, and he would be able to see n

ake it," said he, after a little hesitation, an

d increased perceptibly. The sea grew uncomfortably rough. Little by little the c

in the lee of the point and effect a landing. But it was too late. He quickly found that it

ddled for his life. He was a good swimmer, but he knew well that were his

se his paddle to bail the water out. With each big sea that bore d

nd with every muscle strained Shad paddled for it with all h

ave broke over the canoe. Then came another and another in quick succession, and Shad sudde