hat spirit which prompts
"_white men_" to treat their females with deference and respect--a
feeling which is very foreign to an Indian's bosom. To do so was,
besides, more congenial to his naturally unselfish and affectionate
disposition, so that any flattering allusion to his partner was always
received by him with immense gratification.

"I'll pay you a visit some day, Redfeather, if I'm sent to any place
within fifty miles of your tribe," said Charley, with the air of one who
had fully made up his mind.

"And Misconna?" asked Harry.

"Misconna is with his tribe," replied the Indian, and a frown overspread
his features as he spoke. "But Redfeather has been following in the
track of his white friends; he has not seen his nation for many moons."

CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

THE CANOE--ASCENDING THE RAPIDS--THE PORTAGE--DEER-SHOOTING, AND LIFE IN
THE WOODS.

We must now beg the patient reader to take a leap with us, not only
through space, but also through time. We must pass over the events of
the remainder of the journey along the shore of Lake Winnipeg.
Unwilling though we are to omit anything in the history of our friends
that would be likely to prove interesting, we think it wise not to run
the risk of being tedious, or of dwelling too minutely on the details of
scenes which recall powerfully the feelings and memories of bygone days
to the writer, but may nevertheless appear somewhat flat to the reader.

We shall not, therefore, enlarge at present on the arrival of the boats
at Norway House, which lies at the north end of the lake, nor on what
was said and done by our friends and by several other young comrades
whom they found there. We shall not speak of the horror of Harry
Somerville, and the extreme disappointment of his friend Charley
Kennedy, when the former was told that, instead of hunting grizzly bears
up the Saskatchewan, he was condemned to the desk again at York Fort,
the depot on Hudson's Bay--a low, swampy place near the seashore, where
the goods for the interior are annually landed and the furs shipped for
England, where the greater part of the summer and much of the winter is
occupied by the clerks who may be doomed to vegetate there in making up
the accounts of what is termed the Northern Department, and where the
brigades converge from all the wide-scattered and far-distant outposts,
and the _ship_ from England--that great event of the year--arrives,
keeping the place in a state of constant bu