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On the lake shore were some other camping places that had been used within a few months, and at one of them a newly made "sweat hole," where the medicine man had treated the sick. These sweat holes are much in favor with the Labrador Indians, both Mountaineers and Nascaupees.

Get to the George River, and find the Nascaupees. Then if the caribou migration is not over, we will kill some of the animals, dry them up and get as far back as possible before freezing up and leaving the canoe. Then, unless we can get some one to show us to the St. Lawrence, we will probably go to Northwest River Post, get dogs and provisions, and snowshoe S.W. to Natishquan or some such point.

They gave me right t' hunt down t' th' suth'ard." "Who may th' Mingen Injuns be, now?" "Mountaineers as belong Mingen way up south, an' hunts between this an' th' Straits." "I were thinkin' 'twere th' Nascaupees took th' stove if you didn't take un." "Th' Nascaupees are back here a bit t' th' west'ard.

Otherwise they might withhold it, for the trail was dangerously close to the forbidden grounds of the Nascaupees, and anyway it was a risky undertaking for a boy one that many of the experienced trappers would shrink from. The more Bob considered his plan with all its great possibilities, the more eager he became.

If Bob had been with them their cup of happiness would have been filled quite to the brim, and more than once Emily exclaimed: "Now if Bob was only here!" And several times during the day she said, "I'm just wishin' t' show Bob my pretty doll an' won't he be glad t' see un!" The report from the Mountaineer Indians that no Nascaupees had been seen had set at rest their fears for the lad's safety.

A comparison of experiences made it quite certain that the remains they had supposed to have been Bob's were the remains of Micmac John and the mystery of the half-breed's failure to return to the tilt for the pelts he had stolen was therefore cleared up. "An' th' Nascaupees," said Bob, "be not fearsome murderous folk as we was thinkin' un, but like other folks, an' un took rare fine care o' me.

The talk ended with an anxious "If it were only the Hudson Bay Indians we were coming to, there would be no doubt about the welcome we should get." Turning to me, George remarked, "You are giving that revolver a fine rubbing up to-night." "Yes," I replied, laughing a little: "I am getting ready for the Nascaupees." "They would not shoot you," he said gravely.

There was much talk of our prospective meeting with the Nascaupees which I did not understand; and it was not until the evening of August 14th, as I sat after supper at the camp fire, that I became conscious of the real concern with which the men were looking forward to the event. For two precious days we had been unable to move on account of the storms.

"I were askin' th' Mountaineers had they seen Nascaupee footin', an' they seen none. They're sayin' th' Nascaupees has been keepin' t' th' nuth'ard th' winter, an' we're not t' fear for th' lad." "Thank th' Lard!" exclaimed Mrs. Gray. "Thank th' Lard! An' now that's relievin' my mind wonderful relievin' it wonderful."

While scouting I shot a large spruce partridge with pistol. Friday, September 11th. Raining in morning. Wind southwest. Temp. 49 degrees. Ate last meal of mother's sweet dried apples. We are on the verge of success apparently, in sight of Michikamau from which it is not far to the caribou grounds and the Nascaupees.

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