Now and then you shrink from the arctic winter, but in summer, in spite of the mosquitoes, the bush gets hold of you.

Sometimes you hate the solitude; but when you leave it you long to return." "Ah," said Agatha, "I have not seen the wilderness, but next summer I hope to make an exploring trip." "But where ?" "To the Shadow River and on into the Territories," she answered quietly.
Thirlwell looked hard at her, and she smiled.

"Yes; if things go well with me, I mean to look for the silver ore." "Now I begin to understand! This is why you wanted to learn to manage a canoe and train yourself to walking through the bush.

But it's a ridiculous undertaking.

Your father, who found it, could not locate the ore again." "I may be luckier.