George Tracy Marsh

“ They’re almost as big as Fleur, now,” said Gillies, throwing the light from his lantern on the team.
“Dat two rear dog look lak’ timber wolves,” cried Jules, as Colin and Angus turned their red-lidded, amber eyes lazily toward him, opening cavernous mouths in wide yawns, for they were still sleepy. Fleur, alive to the subdued tones of Jean Marcel and sensing something unusual, nuzzled her master’s hand for answer.
“What a team! What a team!” exclaimed McCain. “They ought to walk away with a thousand pounds. Are they fast, Jean?” ”

“ We learned this to-day when the Christmas mail arrived. But they were five days coming from Fort George with their poor dogs. It will take you eight days to make the round trip, and even in a week it may be too late—too late——” He finished with a groan.
“Father, I will go and bring this missionary. I shall return before a week.”
“God speed you, my son! The mail team is worn out and we were sending a team of the Crees, but they have no dogs like ours.”
Mrs. Gillies led Marcel into Julie Breton’s room and left them. ”