Apparently it was as much
a matter of course as eating.
When I said, "Good-bye," they made no move to accompany me to the
canoe.
"Good-bye," said George. "Send us a fair wind."
Smilingly they assured him that they would. In a minute we were in
the canoe and pushing off from shore. As we turned down the lake,
all eager to be shortening the distance between us and the post, I
looked back. They were still standing just as we had left them
watching us. Taking out my handkerchief I waved it over my head.
Instantly the shawls and kerchiefs flew out as they waved a
response, and with this parting look backward to our wilderness
friends we turned our faces to Ungava.
CHAPTER XVII
THE RACE FOR UNGAVA
Five days to Ungava!
Seated in' the canoe with time to think I could not seem
to realise the situation. Indian House Lake! Five days to Ungava!
Oh! how I wanted it to be true. Ungava, in spite of hopes and
resolves, had seemed always far away, mysterious, and unattainable,
but now it had been suddenly thrust forward almost within my reach.
If true, this would mean the well-nigh certain achievement of my
heart's desire--the completion of my husband's work.
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