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Often the corpse-like bundle on the sled was disturbed, and biscuits wet in brandy and bits of preserved venison were given. That night Hume said to Late Carscallen: "I am going to start at the first light of the morning to get to Gaspe Toujours and Jeff Hyde as soon as possible. Follow as fast as you can. He will be safe, if you give him food and drink often.
Late Carscallen, looking at the skeleton-like figure, said: "He will never get there." "Yes, he will get there," was Hume's reply. "But he is dying." "He goes with me to Fort Providence." "Ay, to Providence he goes, but not with you," said Late Carscallen, doggedly. Anger flashed in Hume's eye, but he said quietly "Get the wood, Carscallen."
He never did though. Jeff Hyde believes he will. If he's alive he'll come." "Perhaps he will, Carscallen. And Cloud-in-the-Sky?" "He's still there, and comes in and smokes with Jeff Hyde and me, as he used to do with you; but he doesn't obey our orders as he did yours, sir. He said to me when I left: 'You see Strong-back, tell him Cloud-in-the-Sky good Injun he never forget. How!"
He was thinking of a glorious Christmas Day upon the Madawaska River three years agone; of Adam Henry, the blind fiddler; of bright, warm-hearted Pattie Chown, the belle of the ball, and the long drive home in the frosty night. Late Carscallen was thinking of a brother whom he had heard preach his first sermon in Edinburgh twenty years before.
Over these ashes pine twigs and branches were spread, and over them again blankets. The word was then given to turn in, and Jeff Hyde, Gaspe Toujours, and Late Carscallen lay down in this comfortable bed. Each wished to give way to their captain, but he would not consent.
He had just finished this as Sergeant Gosse knocked at the door, and immediately afterwards entered the room. "Gosse," said the sub-factor, "find Jeff Hyde, Gaspe Toujours, and Late Carscallen, and bring them here." Sergeant Gosse immediately departed upon this errand. Hume then turned to the Indian, and said "Cloud-in-the-Sky, I want you to go a long journey hereaway to the Barren Grounds.
And Late Carscallen, slow of speech and thought, had been full of pride and love of that brilliant brother. In the natural course of things, they had drifted apart, the slow and uncouth one to make his home at last in the Far North, and to be this night on his way to the Barren Grounds. But as he stood with the cup to his lips he recalled the words of a newspaper paragraph of a few months before.
As they passed out into the semi-arctic night, Late Carscallen with an unreal obstinacy said: "Slow march to the Barren Grounds but who leads?" Left alone Hume sat down to the pine table at one end of the room and after a short hesitation began to write. For hours he sat there, rising only to put wood on the fire.
Late Carscallen and Cloud-in-the-Sky looked at the chief. His eyes were scanning the mountain closely. Suddenly he motioned. A hundred feet up there was a great round hole in the solid rock, and from this hole there came a feeble cloud of smoke! The other two saw also. Cloud-in-the-Sky gave a wild whoop, and from the mountain there came, a moment after, a faint replica of the sound.
I will do you justice yet." "Your first duty is to eat and drink. We start for Fort Providence to-morrow." The sick man stretched out his hand. "Food! Food!" he said. In tiny portions food and drink were given to him, and his strength sensibly increased. The cave was soon aglow with the fire kindled by Late Carscallen and Cloud-in-the-Sky.
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