Before a cabin sat a woman, fair of skin and rosy as a child, dimpling with glee at the words of another woman in the doorway.  But the woman who sat shook about her great masses of dark, wet hair which yielded up its dampness to the warm caresses of the sun.

For an instant Li Wan stood transfixed.  Then she was aware of a blinding flash, and a snap, as though something gave way; and the woman before the cabin vanished, and the cabin and the tall spruce timber, and the jagged sky-line, and Li Wan saw another woman, in the shine of another sun, brushing great masses of black hair, and singing as she brushed.  And Li Wan heard the words of the song, and understood, and was a child again.  She was smitten with a vision, wherein all the troublesome dreams merged and became one, and shapes and shadows took up their accustomed round, and all was clear and plain and real.  Many pictures jostled past, strange scenes, and trees, and flowers, and people; and she saw them and knew them all.

“When you were a little bird, a little moose-bird,” Canim said, his eyes upon her and burning into her.

“When I was a little moose-bird,” she whispered, so faint and low he scarcely heard.  And she knew she lied, as she bent her head to the strap and took the swing of the trail.

And such was the strangeness of it, the real now became unreal.  The mile tramp and the pitching of camp by the edge of the stream seemed like a passage in a nightmare.  She cooked the meat, fed the dogs, and unlashed the packs as in a dream, and it was not until Canim began to sketch his next wandering that she became herself again.

“The Klondike runs into the Yukon,” he was saying; “a mighty river, mightier than the Mackenzie, of which you know.  So we go, you and I, down to Fort o’ Yukon.  With dogs, in time of winter, it is twenty sleeps.  Then we follow the Yukon away into the west—­one hundred sleeps, two hundred—­I have never heard.  It is very far.  And then we come to the sea.  You know nothing of the sea, so let me tell you.  As the lake is to the island, so the sea is to the land; all the rivers run to it, and it is without end.  I have seen it at Hudson Bay; I have yet to see it in Alaska.  And then we may take a great canoe upon the sea, you and I, Li Wan, or we may follow the land into the south many a hundred sleeps.  And after that I do not know, save that I am Canim, the Canoe, wanderer and far-journeyer over the earth!”

She sat and listened, and fear ate into her heart as she pondered over this plunge into the illimitable wilderness.  “It is a weary way,” was all she said, head bowed on knee in resignation.

Then it was a splendid thought came to her, and at the wonder of it she was all aglow.  She went down to the stream and washed the dried clay from her face.  When the ripples died away, she stared long at her mirrored features; but sun and weather-beat had done their work, and, what of roughness and bronze, her skin was not soft and dimpled as a child’s.  But the thought was still splendid and the glow unabated as she crept in beside her husband under the sleeping-robe.