Here and there, in the south-west, an island of pines breaks the monotony, but to the north there is only the white silence, the terrible and yet beautiful trail of the Arctic.
The smaller man stands swinging his arms for warmth; the smack of the leather in the clear air like the report of a gun.

Presently, stopping his exercise, he says: "Well, monsieur, what do you say ?" Slowly the young man withdraws his eyes from the scene and turns.
"Radisson," he says, "this is much the same story as Bucklaw told Governor Nicholls.

How come you to know of it ?" "You remember, I was proclaimed four years ago?
Well, afterwards I fell in with Bucklaw.

I sailed with him to the Spaniards' country, and we might have got the treasure, but we quarreled; there was a fight, and I--well, we end.

Bucklaw was captured by the French and was carried to France.