human
Fort Chipewyan at _last_, said Reuben, resting his paddle across the canoe and looking earnestly towards the horizon;
gpt
I hope we ain't too late after all our pushin' on. It would be hard to find that Monsieur Mackenzie had started.
human
Too much ice in the lake, said Swiftarrow.
gpt
He has not gone yet.
human
I'm not so sure o' that, observed Lawrence.
gpt
If reports be true, Monsieur Mackenzie is not the man to wait until the ice is all off the lakes and nothin' but plain sailin' lies before him.
human
That's true, lad, replied Reuben, resuming his paddle.
gpt
I wonder, he murmured to himself, as he gazed wistfully towards the unknown north,
human
I wonder if the big river is really there, an' if it _do_ jine the sea?
gpt
I wonder if it joins the Polar Sea?
human
It's of no manner of use, you see, he said to Swiftarrow, when conversing on the subject,