The girl stood on a bank above a river flowing north. At her back crouched1 a dozen clean whitewashed2 buildings. Before her in interminable journey, day after day, league on league into remoteness, stretched the stern Northern wilderness3, untrodden save by the trappers, the Indians, and the beasts. Close about the little settlement crept the balsams and spruce, the birch and poplar, behind which lurked4 vast dreary5 muskegs, a chaos6 of bowlder-splits, the forest. The girl had known nothing different for many years. Once a summer the sailing ship from England felt its frozen way through the Hudson Straits, down the Hudson Bay, to drop anchor in the mighty7 River of the Moose. Once a summer a six-fathom canoe manned by a dozen paddles struggled down the waters of the broken Abitibi. Once a year a little band of red-sashed _voyageurs_ forced their exhausted8 sledge-dogs across the ice from some unseen wilderness trail. That was all.
Before her eyes the seasons changed, all grim, but one by the very pathos9 of brevity sad. In the brief luxuriant summer came the Indians to trade their pelts10, came the keepers of the winter posts to rest, came the ship from England bringing the articles of use or ornament11 she had ordered a full year before. Within a short time all were gone, into the wilderness, into the great unknown world. The snow fell; the river and the bay froze. Strange men from the North glided12 silently to the Factor's door, bearing the meat and pelts of the seal. Bitter iron cold shackled13 the northland, the abode14 of desolation. Armies of caribou15 drifted by, ghostly under the aurora16, moose, lordly and scornful, stalked majestically17 along the shore; wolves howled invisible, or trotted18 dog-like in organized packs along the river banks. Day and night the ice artillery19 thundered. Night and day the fireplaces roared defiance20 to a frost they could not subdue21, while the people of desolation crouched beneath the tyranny of winter.
Then the upheaval22 of spring with the ice-jams and terrors, the Moose roaring by untamable, the torrents23 rising, rising foot by foot to the very dooryard of her father's house. Strange spirits were abroad at night, howling, shrieking24, cracking and groaning25 in voices of ice and flood. Her Indian nurse told her of them all--of Mannabosho, the good; of Nenaubosho the evil--in her lisping Ojibway dialect that sounded like the softer voices of the forest.
At last the sudden subsidence of the waters; the splendid eager blossoming of the land into new leaves, lush grasses, an abandon of sweetbrier and hepatica. The air blew soft, a thousand singing birds sprang from the soil, the wild goose cried in triumph. Overhead shone the hot sun of the Northern summer.
From the wilderness came the _brigades_ bearing their pelts, the hardy26 traders of the winter posts, striking hot the imagination through the mysterious and lonely allurement27 of their callings. For a brief season, transient as the flash of a loon's wing on the shadow of a lake, the post was bright with the thronging28 of many people. The Indians pitched their wigwams on the broad meadows below the bend; the half-breeds sauntered about, flashing bright teeth and wicked dark eyes at whom it might concern; the traders gazed stolidily over their little black pipes, and uttered brief sentences through their thick black beards. Everywhere was gay sound--the fiddle29, the laugh, the song; everywhere was gay color--the red sashes of the _voyageurs_, the beaded moccasins and leggings of the _metis_, the capotes of the _brigade_, the variegated30 costumes of the Crees and Ojibways. Like the wild roses around the edge of the muskegs, this brief flowering of the year passed. Again the nights were long, again the frost crept down from the eternal snow, again the wolves howled across barren wastes.
Just now the girl stood ankle-deep in green grasses, a bath of sunlight falling about her, a tingle31 of salt wind humming up the river from the bay's offing. She was clad in gray wool, and wore no hat. Her soft hair, the color of ripe wheat, blew about her temples, shadowing eyes of fathomless32 black. The wind had brought to the light and delicate brown of her complexion33 a trace of color to match her lips whose scarlet34 did not fade after the ordinary and imperceptible manner into the tinge35 of her skin, but continued vivid to the very edge; her eyes were wide and unseeing. One hand rested idly on the breech of an ornamented36 bronze field-gun.
McDonald, the chief trader, passed from the house to the store where his bartering37 with the Indians was daily carried on; the other Scotchman in the Post, Galen Albret, her father, and the head Factor of all this region, paced back and forth39 across the veranda40 of the factory, caressing41 his white beard; up by the stockade42, young Achille Picard tuned43 his whistle to the note of the curlew; across the meadow from the church wandered Crane, the little Church of England missionary44, peering from short-sighted pale blue eyes; beyond the coulee, Sarnier and his Indians _chock-chock-chocked_ away at the seams of the long coast-trading bateau. The girl saw nothing, heard nothing. She was dreaming, she was trying to remember.
In the lines of her slight figure, in its pose there by the old gun over the old, old river, was the grace of gentle blood, the pride of caste. Of all this region her father was the absolute lord, feared, loved, obeyed by all its human creatures. When he went abroad, he travelled in a state almost mediaeval in its magnificence; when he stopped at home, men came to him from the Albany, the Kenogami, the Missinaibe, the Mattagami, the Abitibi--from all the rivers of the North--to receive his commands. Way was made for him, his lightest word was attended. In his house dwelt ceremony, and of his house she was the princess. Unconsciously she bad taken the gracious habit of command. She had come to value her smile, her word; to value herself. The lady of a realm greater than the countries of Europe, she moved serene45, pure, lofty amid dependants46.
And as the lady of this realm she did honor to her father's guests--sitting stately behind the beautiful silver service, below the portrait of the Company's greatest explorer, Sir George Simpson, dispensing47 crude fare in gracious manner, listening silently to the conversation, finally withdrawing at the last with a sweeping48 courtesy to play soft, melancholy49, and world-forgotten airs on the old piano, brought over years before by the _Lady Head_, while the guests made merry with the mellow50 port and ripe Manila cigars which the Company supplied its servants. Then coffee, still with her natural Old World charm of the _grande dame_. Such guests were not many, nor came often. There was McTavish of Rupert's House, a three days' journey to the northeast; Rand of Fort Albany, a week's travel to the northwest; Mault of Fort George, ten days beyond either, all grizzled in the Company's service. With them came their clerks, mostly English and Scotch38 younger sons, with a vast respect for the Company, and a vaster for their Factors daughter. Once in two or three years appeared the inspectors51 from Winnipeg, true lords of the North, with their six-fathom canoes, their luxurious52 furs, their red banners trailing like gonfalons in the water. Then this post of Conjuror's House feasted and danced, undertook gay excursions, discussed in public or private conclave53 weighty matters, grave and reverend advices, cautions, and commands. They went. Desolation again crept in.
The girl dreamed. She was trying to remember. Far-off, half-forgotten visions of brave, courtly men, of gracious, beautiful women, peopled the clouds of her imaginings. She heard them again, as voices beneath the roar of rapids, like far-away bells tinkling54 faintly through a wind, pitying her, exclaiming over her; she saw them dim and changing, as wraiths55 of a fog, as shadow pictures in a mist beneath the moon, leaning to her with bright, shining eyes full of compassion56 for the little girl who was to go so far away into an unknown land; she felt them, as the touch of a breeze when the night is still, fondling her, clasping her, tossing her aloft in farewell. One she felt plainly--a gallant57 youth who held her up for all to see. One she saw clearly--a dewy-eyed, lovely woman who murmured loving, broken words. One she heard distinctly--a gentle voice that said, "God's love be with you, little one, for you have far to go, and many days to pass before you see Quebec again." And the girl's eyes suddenly swam bright, for the northland was very dreary. She threw her palms out in a gesture of weariness.
Then her arms dropped, her eyes widened, her head bent58 forward in the attitude of listening.
"Achille!" she called. "Achille! Come here!"
The young fellow approached respectfully.
"Mademoiselle?" he asked.
"Don't you hear?" she said.
Faint, between intermittent59 silences, came the singing of men's voices from the south.
"_Grace a Dieu_!" cried Achille. "Eet is so. Eet is dat _brigade_!"
He ran shouting toward the factory.
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