," rang out the answer. "Where un hail from?"

"Ungava," Bob shouted to the astonished skipper, who was now almost
out of hearing.

The information that the land was the Devil's Head came as joyful news
to Bob. He had often heard of the Devil's Head, and knew that it lay
not far from the entrance to Eskimo Bay, and therefore in a little
while he believed he should see some familiar landmarks.

Bob's hopes were confirmed, and before dark the Twin Rocks near Scrag
Island were sighted, and as they came into view his heart swelled and
his blood tingled. He was almost home!

That night they lay behind Scrag Island, and with the first dawn of
the morning were under way again. The wind was fair, and before sunset
the _Maid of the North_ sailed into Fort Pelican Harbour and anchored.

Bob's heart beat high as he stepped into the small boat to row ashore,
for the whitewashed buildings of the Post, the air redolent with the
perfume of the forest, and the howling dogs told him that at last the
dangers of the trail and sea were all behind him and of the past, and
that he would soon be at home again.

Mr. Forbes was at the wharf when Bob landed, and when he saw who it
was exclaimed in astonishment:

"Why it's Bob Gray! Where in the world, or what spirit land did you
come from? Why Ed Matheson brought your remains out of the bush last
winter and I hear they were buried the other day."

"I comes from Ungava, sir, with some letters Mr. MacPherson were
sendin'," answered Bob, as he made the painter fast.

"Letters from Ungava! Well, come to the office and we'll see them. I
want to hear how you got here from Ungava."

In the office Bob told briefly the story of his adventures, while he
ripped the letters from his shirt, where he had sewed them in a
sealskin covering for safe keeping.

"Has un heard, sir, how mother an' Emily an' father is?" he asked as
he handed over the mail.

"Mr. MacDonald sent his man down the other day, and he told me your
mother took it pretty hard, when they buried you last week, although
she has stuck to it all along that the remains Ed brought out were not
yours and you were alive somewhere. Emily don't seem to change. Your
father and nearly every one else in the Bay has had a good hunt. Go
out to the men's kitchen for your supper now and when you've eaten
come back again and we'll talk things over."

In the kitchen he heard some exaggerated details of Ed's journey out,
and something of the happe