Forbes for
their services and to be sent home by him on the company's ship, the
_Eric_, on its annual voyage north.
Then Bob, after thanking Mr. Forbes, rowed back to the _Maid of the
North_, too full of excitement and anticipation to sleep.
With the first ray of morning light the anchor was weighed, the sails
hoisted and but two days lay between Bob and home.
As he stood on the deck of the _Maid of the North_ and drank in the
wild, rugged beauty of the scene around him Bob thought of that day,
which seemed so long, long ago, when he and his mother, broken hearted
and disconsolate were going home with little Emily, and how he had
looked away at those very hills and the inspiration had come to him
that led to the journey from which he was now returning. Tears came to
his eyes and he said to himself,
"Sure th' Lard be good. 'Twere He put un in my head t' go, an' He were
watchin' over me an' carin' for me all th' time when I were thinkin'
He were losin' track o' me. I'll never doubt th' Lard again."
XXV
THE BREAK-UP
One evening a month after Ed Matheson started out with his gruesome
burden to Wolf Bight, Dick Blake was sitting alone in the tilt at the
junction of his and Ed's trails, smoking his after supper pipe and
meditating on the happenings of the preceding weeks.
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