Winter, the monarch of the North, had returned to his throne to rule his kingdom with relentless hand.  Never had Charley experienced such cold as that which met him when he and Toby left their sleeping bags the next morning.  The air was marvelously clear and transparent.  The stars shone with unusual brilliancy, and seemed very near the earth.  Frost prisms on the snow sparkled and glinted in the starlight.

“Our skin boots’ll be freezin’ stiff as sticks,” remarked Toby. “’Tis time for deerskin moccasins, for the snow’ll not be softenin’ again.  They’ll be steady freezin’ all day, and I thinks steady freezin’ now till the end o’ winter.”

“Oh, boy, but it’s cold!” shivered Charley, as he hurriedly drew on his duffle socks and skin boots.

“Wonderful frosty!” said Toby, as he lighted the fire.  “There’s no doubtin’ the ice’ll be stout enough to hold us now, whatever, and she’ll be makin’ thicker all day.”

In a few minutes the fire was crackling and snapping cheerily, and the boys drew close to its genial warmth.  A kettle of ice was put over to melt for water, and some slices of seal meat to fry in the pan.

They were eager to gain release from their island prison, and when their meal was eaten Toby hurriedly lashed their few belongings, including the boat sail, which had served so well as a shelter, upon the improvised travois, for Charley to drag behind him.  A rope had been attached to the now hard-frozen seal the evening before.  Snow was thrown upon the fire to put it out, that there might be no danger of a breeze scattering the embers among the trees, which covered the center of the island with a scant growth, and burning them.  Then, with cheerful hearts and eager feet they turned down upon the ice and set forth on their way to Double Up Cove at last.

Toby, carrying a staff with which to try the ice ahead, and with the seal in tow, took the lead, while Charley, with the travois followed.  How good it was to be away!  How glorious the ice and the starlit morning!

The surface of the bay, smooth and firm, proved much more solidly frozen than Toby had expected to find it, and in a little while, when they had passed the center of ice lying between the island and the mainland, he discarded his staff as an unnecessary burden.

“She don’t bend anywhere,” he said delightedly.  “We’ll not be needin’ to try she now.  Past the middle ’tis sure to be tough and thick.  We’ll be headin’ now for shore, and be keepin’ clost inshore where there’ll sure be no bad ice whatever.”

“Isn’t it glorious!” Charley exploded in exuberance.  “I feel like dancing a jig!  Whoopla!  Toby, let’s yell!”

And together the boys gave a yell that made the forest on the near-by shore echo.

“Oh, but it’s great!” exclaimed Charley a little later.  “I’m glad there’s no snow on the ice.  This rig I’m harnessed in wouldn’t drag half so easily if there was snow.  I don’t mind it a little bit.  I hardly feel the difference, it slides so well.  How long will it take us?”

“With the early start, we’ll be getting there a bit after dinner, and we may make un by dinner.  We were startin’ two hours before daylight, whatever.”

The travois continued to prove no appreciable burden to Charley, as Toby had feared it would.  The clear frosty air was an inspiration to fast walking, and indeed it was necessary for the boys to walk fast in order that they might keep the blood in circulation and comfortably warm.  His experience on the trail with Skipper Zeb had toughened Charley’s muscles, and improved his powers of endurance greatly, and he had no difficulty in keeping the quite rapid pace that Toby made.

They had been a full two hours on the trail when daylight came, and presently the sun peeped over the eastern horizon.  In the flood of glorious sunshine that suddenly bathed the world, every shrub and bush that lined the shore, thickly coated with hoarfrost and rime, sparkled and glinted as though encrusted with burnished silver set with countless diamonds.

“How wonderful!” exclaimed Charley.  “Isn’t it great, Toby!  I never saw anything like it!”

“Aye, ’tis wonderful fine,” said Toby.

Even in the full rays of sunshine the snow along shore did not soften, and the ice kept dry.  Charley declared that it was no warmer at midday than it had been in the early morning.

It was nearly one o’clock when they rounded the point above Double Up Cove, and the cabin fell into view.  Smoke was curling upward from the stovepipe which protruded above the roof.  How cozy and hospitable it looked!  Both boys gave exclamations of pleasure, and with one accord broke into a trot.

Mrs. Twig and Violet saw them coming, and putting on the kettle hurried outside to greet them, and what a welcome they received!

“Set down now, lads, by the stove whilst I gets you something to eat, and sets a pot o’ tea to brew,” admonished Mrs. Twig.  “You must be rare hungry, and ’tis wonderful frosty.”

While the boys ate a hastily prepared luncheon of bread and molasses and drank hot tea they related their experiences, interrupted by Mrs. Twig, who was cooking a substantial dinner of stewed rabbit, with frequent exclamations of concern or sympathy.

“Vi’let and I were worryin’ and worryin’ about you lads, when the storm comes,” confessed Mrs. Twig.  “We were fearin’ you’d be comin’ in the boat.  I’m wonderful thankful you gets home safe!”

The borrowed garments that Charley had been wearing were now discarded for new, and sealskin boots were now replaced by buckskin moccasins and moleskin leggings.

During their absence Mrs. Twig had made for Charley an adikey of white woolen kersey, and another to wear over it of white moleskin cloth, the hood of the latter trimmed with lynx fur.  The former was for warmth, and the latter to break the wind and to shed snow readily.  She had also made him moleskin trousers and leggings, and a fur cap for each of the boys.  The caps were made from the pelt of the lynx that they had shot on that memorable evening when they first set their rabbit snares.  There were new buckskin moccasins for Charley, with socks of heavy blanket duffle to wear inside the moccasins; and buckskin mittens, with inner mittens of duffle that would keep the hands comfortable on the coldest day.

The novelty of the new life, flavoured with his many adventures, had long since stilled completely the pangs of homesickness that had insisted upon asserting themselves during Charley’s first days at Double Up Cove, and he was quite as contented as though he had always lived in a cabin in the wilderness.  Home and the old life had melted into what seemed like a far distant past to him, though his father and mother were still very real and dear, and he often imagined them as near at hand, as they were, indeed, in a spiritual sense.

On the day after their return fresh rabbit snares were set, and on the following morning when they went to look at the snares, Toby took with him two fox traps.

“I were seein’ some footin’ o’ foxes on the mesh,” he explained.  “I’m thinkin’ we’ll set the traps, and we might get a fox.  Dad would be wonderful glad and we gets a fox.  There’s a chance we might get a silver, or a cross, whatever.”

“That would be great!” exclaimed Charley.  “And can’t we set other traps?”

“Aye, when I gets everything fixed up about home we’ll set some marten traps too.  There’s fine signs o’ martens.  Dad don’t think we can get un hereabouts, but I sees the signs and we’ll get un!”

Beyond the last rabbit snare, and a quarter mile out upon an open marsh, Toby set the first fox trap, concealing it, as Skipper Zeb had concealed his fox traps, with great care, and scattering bits of meat around the trap and over the snow, and a few drops of liquid from a bottle which he called “scent,” and which had a most unpleasant odour.

“Skipper Tom Ham’ll be like to bring the dogs over from Lucky Bight now any day, with the bay fast,” said Toby as they turned homeward.  “I wants to get some more wood cut to haul with un when they comes, but we’ll set some o’ the marten traps up to-morrow and more of un later.”

“Oh!” exclaimed Charley.  “We’ve been doing so many things I forgot all about the dogs!  Then we can travel with them?”

“Aye, we’ll be cruisin’ with un.  ’Twill be a fine way for you to get used to un, helpin’ me haul in the wood, and you’ll be learnin’ to drive un.  We hauls in most of our wood in the spring, but they’s some left to haul, and if I cuts more whilst they’s a chanst before the snow gets too deep, we’ll be haulin’ that too, so there’ll be plenty of un.”

“How many dogs are there?” Charley asked eagerly.

“Eight of un,” answered Toby, “and ’tis the best team on The Labrador, I thinks.  They’s the real nu’thern dogs.  Dad says the nu’thern dogs has more wolf in they than others has.”

“Do they look like wolves?” Charley asked in some awe.

“Aye, they look so much like un you could scarce tell un from wolves, only they curls their tails up over their backs and wolves don’t.”

“Are they cross?” Charley inquired anxiously.

“I wouldn’t call un cross,” explained Toby.  “I calls un sneaky.  If they thinks they could down you, they’d do un quick enough.  ’Tis best to carry a stick when you goes abroad among un, till you gets used to un and they gets used to you.  They’re wonderful scared of a stick.”

“I’ll carry a stick, but I’ll make friends with them too.  I like dogs.”

“They’s not like other dogs,” warned Toby.  “Maybe you won’t be likin’ they so much after you sees un.”

“I can hardly wait till the dogs come!  I’ve read so much about Eskimo dogs, but I never saw them pulling a sledge, and I know it’s going to be great sport traveling with them.”

“Soon as Tom brings un we’ll start haulin’ the wood.  I’ll have to be workin’ wonderful hard cuttin’ more, so we’ll have un hauled before too late.  The wood gets so deep under, that ‘tis hard to dig un out o’ the snow.”

“I could look after the snares and fox traps,” suggested Charley, “and you could cut wood.  I can set up some more snares, too.”

“Aye, now, you could look after un, whilst I cuts more wood.  You knows from the tracks we makes where the traps are set, and you can find un.  I’ll be cuttin’ no more wood after the next snow comes.  ’Twill be gettin’ too deep by then, and I’ll not be havin’ long to cut un.”

“All right,” and Charley was quite delighted with the prospect of responsibility, and the fact that Toby would trust him to go alone.  “I’ll start in to-morrow morning.  May I carry your shotgun when I go?”

“Aye, carry un.  You may be pickin’ up some pa’tridges.”

In accordance with this arrangement, Charley visited the rabbit snares and the fox traps alone the next morning, and returned quite elated with his experience, bringing with him three rabbits that he had found in snares and four spruce grouse that he had shot.  It was dinner time when he appeared, and he reported to Toby, who had just reached the cabin after a morning chopping wood, that there was nothing in the fox traps, and that he had set up three new snares.

“That’s fine, now,” Toby praised.  “I were knowin’ you could ’tend the snares and traps alone.  You can do un as well as I can.”

“Thank you,” said Charley, much elated at Toby’s praise.  “It was great fun.”

For two more days Charley proudly followed the trail alone, and then came a morning with a heavily overcast sky, and a keen northeast wind blowing in from the bay.  Toby predicted that it would snow before midday, and as Charley slipped his feet into his snowshoe slings, and shouldered Toby’s gun preparatory to setting out to make the morning round of the traps and snares alone, Toby warned: 

“If snow starts, ’twill be best to turn about and come home as soon as you sees un start.  If she comes she’ll cover the footin’ wonderful fast, and you might be goin’ abroad from the trail.  The wind’ll be risin’ a bit, and if she blows hard ’twill make for nasty traveling and I’m thinkin’ when the snow starts the wind’ll come up quick, and be blowin’ wonderful hard before you knows un.”

“Oh, I’ll be all right,” Charley assured confidently.  “I ought to know my way by this time, even if the snow does cover my tracks.”

“’Twill be safer to turn back,” said Toby.  “Don’t go to the fox traps.  ’Twill do no harm to let un stand over a day.”

Charley had reached the last of the rabbit snares before the first flakes of the threatened storm fell.  He had three rabbits in a game bag slung over his shoulder, and he was hesitating as to whether or not he should visit the fox traps or heed Toby’s warning to turn back, when he was startled by a flock of ptarmigans, or “white pa’tridges,” as Toby called them, rising at the edge of the marsh.

The partridges flew a short distance out upon the marsh, and alighted upon the snow.  Charley could see them plainly.  They offered a good shot, and it would be a feat to bag some of them.

Quite excited with the prospect, he followed them, and with careful stalking brought down two, one with each barrel of his gun.  Startled by the shots, the remainder of the flock flew farther into the open marsh, and elated with his success Charley picked up the two birds he had killed, and following the flock soon succeeded in bagging two more.  The next flight was much farther, but he overtook them and shot a fifth bird.  They now took a long flight, and were lost in the mist of snow, which was now falling thickly.

Forgetting all caution, Charley continued to follow in the direction in which the birds had disappeared.  On and on he went without a thought of danger.  He was sure the birds had not gone far, and he must have one more shot at them before turning back.

All at once, he found himself in a rocky, barren region.  He had crossed the marsh, and was rising upon higher ground.  This must certainly, he concluded, be a barren beyond the marsh of which Toby had told him, and he suddenly realized that he had gone much farther than he had yet ventured.

In the brief space of time since he had last flushed the birds the wind had risen and was fast gaining strength.  Already the snow was drifting so thickly that he could not see the marsh, which lay between the barrens and the forest.  But still he was not alarmed.

“I’ve got five of them anyway,” he said exultantly, looking into his bag and admiring the beautiful white birds.  “Toby said it was some stunt to shoot ptarmigans.  I guess he’ll think now that I can shoot most as well as he can.”

With no other thought than that he could find his way to the marsh and across it to the forest without difficulty, he turned to retrace his steps.

“Even if I can’t see far, I can follow my tracks I made coming in,” he said confidently.  “That’ll be dead easy.”

Every moment the wind was rising, and the storm was increasing in fury.  Before he had reached the marsh, the gale was sweeping the snow before it in suffocating clouds, and he was forced frequently to turn his back upon it that he might catch his breath.

Presently Charley realized that he had lost the trail of his snowshoe prints, but still confident that he could find it he searched first to the right and then to the left, but nowhere could he discover it.

Then it was that he became anxious, and a vague fear fell upon him, and he rushed madly about in vain search of some sign that would guide him.  He could scarcely see twenty feet away, and nowhere within his limited range of vision was a rock or bush or anything that he had ever before seen.  Suddenly he knew that he was lost.  The thought fell upon him like an overwhelming disaster.  All at once he was seized by wild terror.  He must find the forest or he would perish!  The snow was suffocating him, and his legs were atremble with the effort he had put forth.

Dazed and uncertain he stood, with the wind swirling the snow about him, and then, with no sense of direction, like a panic-stricken animal, he plunged away into the storm.