He
shouted to the fishermen who, at the rail, were curiously watching the
_Maid of the North_, as she plowed past them.
[Illustration: "He held the vessel steadily to her course"]
"What land may that be?" pointing at a high, rocky head that jutted
out into the water two miles away.
"Th' Devil's Head," came the reply.
"An' what's th' day o' th' month?"
"Th' fifteenth o' June," rang out the answer. "Where un hail from?"
"Ungava," Bob shouted to the astonished skipper, who was now almost
out of hearing.
The information that the land was the Devil's Head came as joyful news
to Bob. He had often heard of the Devil's Head, and knew that it lay
not far from the entrance to Eskimo Bay, and therefore in a little
while he believed he should see some familiar landmarks.
Bob's hopes were confirmed, and before dark the Twin Rocks near Scrag
Island were sighted, and as they came into view his heart swelled and
his blood tingled. He was almost home!
That night they lay behind Scrag Island, and with the first dawn of
the morning were under way again. The wind was fair, and before sunset
the _Maid of the North_ sailed into Fort Pelican Harbour and anchored.
Bob's heart beat high as he stepped into the small boat to row ashore,
for the whitewashed buildings of the Post, the air redolent with the
perfume of the forest, and the howling dogs told him that at last the
dangers of the trail and sea were all behind him and of the past, and
that he would soon be at home again.
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