"Swas-tao (the thaw) she kam dam' queek," he said to David, grimacing his old face to express other things which he could not say in English.

And it did.

Four days later, when they reached Fond du Lac, there was water underfoot in places, and Upso-Gee turned back on the home trail within an hour.
This was in April, and the Post reminded David of a great hive to which the forest people were swarming like treasure-laden bees.

On the last snow they were coming in with their furs from a hundred trap-lines.

Luck was with David.