Then came an invitation to go up to the camp. As George
interpreted he did not look at all comfortable, and when he asked
if I cared to go I knew he was wishing very much that I would say
"No," but I said, "Yes, indeed." So we went up while the other
three remained at the canoes.
Even in barren Labrador are to be found little touches that go to
prove human nature the same the world over. One of the young men,
handsomer than the others, and conscious of the fact, had been
watching me throughout with evident interest. He was not only
handsomer than the others, but his leggings were redder. As we
walked up towards the camp he went a little ahead, and to one side
managing to watch for the impression he evidently expected to make.
A little distance from where we landed was a row of bark canoes
turned upside down. As we passed them be turned and, to make sure
that those red leggings should not fail of their mission, be put
his foot up on one of the canoes, pretending, as I passed, to tie
his moccasin, the while watching for the effect.
It was some little distance up to camp. When we reached it we
could see northward down the lake for miles.
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