If he did, it was hidden--hidden to the forests and the wild things that had made him.
Bram's story started long before he was born, at least three generations before.

That was before the Johnsons had gone north of Sixty.

But they were wandering, and steadily upward.

If one puts a canoe in the Lower Athabasca and travels northward to the Great Slave and thence up the Mackenzie to the Arctic he will note a number of remarkable ethnological changes.

The racial characteristics of the world he is entering change swiftly.