Summary

George Marsh Toilers of the Trails — A Little Tragedy at Coocoocache (1921)

So it fell out that one January day a dog-team with a man ahead breaking trail and another reeling at the gee-pole of the sled was floundering into the drive of the blizzard that had howled south upon the Height-of-Land country from ice-bound James Bay. For two days, in the teeth of it, the team had labored up the great wilderness lake, now losing the hardened trail underneath and circling in the snow until they found it; then plunging on until the weary trail-breaker and the lead-dog, blinded by the white scourge that beat their faces like a hail of shot, lost the trail again.
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George Marsh Toilers of the Trails — A Little Tragedy at Coocoocache (1921)

Here the agony of months of solitary brooding, the torture of a year of despair, overwhelmed the heartbroken trapper, and, throwing himself on the ground, one arm around the base of the cross, he gave himself up to his grief. Later, at sunset, he crossed to the post,
"François Hertel, or I'm no Scotchman!" cried the surprised factor as Hertel entered the trade-house.
"Bonjour, ma fr'en'; I have come back." The men warmly gripped hands.
"But don't you know there's a reward for you? The government people may show up any time, looking for you. You can't stay here, man."
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George Marsh Toilers of the Trails — A Little Tragedy at Coocoocache (1921)

Hertel turned to behold the beloved face of his lost wife Marie, while two warm woman's arms circled his neck and soft lips kissed him again and again between her sobs.
Trembling with surprise and joy, the strong man, suddenly transported from dumb despair to mad delight, cried like a child as time and again he held his wife from him to look at her, then crushed her to his heart.
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