Their course, if continued in the direction Bram was now heading, would take them east of the Great Slave and the Great Bear, and they would hit the Arctic somewhere between Melville Sound and the Coppermine River.

It was a good five hundred miles to the Eskimo settlements there.

Bram and his wolves could make it in ten days, possibly in eight.
If his guess was correct, and Coronation Gulf was Bram's goal, he had found at least one possible explanation for the tress of golden hair.
The girl or woman to whom it had belonged had come into the north aboard a whaling ship.

Probably she was the daughter or the wife of the master.

The ship had been lost in the ice--she had been saved by the Eskimo--and she was among them now, with other white men.