George Tracy Marsh

“ Not a day passed that did not find him romping with the great puppy who had learned to gaze at her tall master through slant eyes eloquent with love. Each morning when he visited the mission fish nets and his own, the puppy rode in the bow of the canoe. Each afternoon, often accompanied by Julie Breton, they went for a run up the river shore.
When he heard that Kovik had arrived, Jean brought Fleur down to the shore, only to find the family absent from their lodge. To Marcel’s amazement, his puppy at first failed to recognize her brothers, who, yelping madly, rushed her in a mass. ”

“ Below, along the beach, Huskies from Richmond Gulf and the north coast, from the White Bear and the Sleeping Islands, who had brought ivory of the walrus, pelts of the white fox, seal, and polar bear, and sealskin boots, which only their women possess the art of making waterproof, were camped in low skin tepees, their priceless dogs tied up and under constant guard. ”

“ Seated with his three friends, Marcel told of his struggle to reach the Salmon, his meeting with the Eskimos and escape with his dog.
“I’m glad you didn’t kill that pair of Eskimos, Jean, much as they deserved it. It would have made trouble later.”
“Good old Kovik! We won’t forget him,” added McCain.
“No, that we will not,” agreed Gillies. “He thought a lot of your father, Jean.”
“Well,” said Jean proudly, “I weel have good dog team in two year. Dat pup, she ees wort’ all de work an’ trouble to get her.” ”