It was two o'clock when they camped and built a fire.
So, day after day, they continued into the North.

At the end of his tenth day--the sixth after leaving Tavish's--David felt that he was no longer a stranger in the country of the big snows.

He did not say as much to Father Roland, for to express such a thought to one who had lived there all his life seemed to him to be little less than a bit of sheer imbecility.

Ten days! That was all, and yet they might have been ten months, or as many years for that matter, so completely had they changed him.

He was not thinking of himself physically--not a day passed that Father Roland did not point out some fresh triumph for him there.
His limbs were nearly as tireless as the Missioner's; he knew that he was growing heavier; and he could at last chop through a tree without winding himself.