Then she placed a forefinger on the river.
"There--there it is!" she told him, as plainly as though her voice was speaking to him in his own language.

"We came down that river.

The Skunnert landed us THERE," and she pointed to the mouth of the Coppermine where it emptied into Coronation Gulf.

"And then we came down, down, down--" He repeated the name of the river.
"THE COPPERMINE." She nodded, her breath breaking a little in an increasing excitement.
She seized the pencil and two-thirds of the distance down the Coppermine made a cross.

It was wonderful, he thought, how easily she made him understand.