“All right, I’ll watch for it,” he replied with a smile, and they started.

Pushing off, they worked the canoe cautiously out to where they meant to take the rapid.  It was something more of a feat then they had looked for, and suddenly after strenuous but ineffectual efforts to make the canoe do what they wanted, they dropped into the bottom, and to my amazement I saw it shoot forward stern foremost into the rapid.  The men had been quick as the water though, and in dropping to their places had turned about, so that they were not quite helpless.  I stood watching them, hardly daring to breathe.

The canoe danced like an autumn leaf in the swells of the rapid, and Job’s excited shouting came faintly over the sound of the water.  At what a pace they were going?  Was the canoe under control?  I could not tell.  What would happen when they reached the point where the water swings round to the north again?  In an agony of suspense I watched and waited.  Now they were nearing the critical point.  And—­now—–­they had passed it, and with a wild cry of triumph turned towards the little bay below.  As they drew in to where I waited for them, George waved his cap to me and shouted, “I saw the island.”

We passed out beyond the point below and there it lay, some miles away, in the quiet water, with the sunshine of the calm Sabbath morning flooding down upon it.  But the post was not yet in sight.  Quite out of harmony with the still dignity of the day and the scenes of desolate grandeur about was the mind within me.  The excitement at the rapid had seemed to increase the strain I was under, and every moment it became more intense.  I did wish that the men would not chat and laugh in the unconcerned way they were doing, and they paddled as leisurely as if I were not in a hurry at all.  If only I could reach the post and ask about the ship!  If only I might fly out over the water without waiting for these leisurely paddles!  And now, from being in an agony of fear for their lives, my strong desire was to take them by their collars and knock their heads together hard.  This was not practicable in the canoe, however, and I was fain to control myself as best I might.

Once I said to George, “Do hurry a little,” and for two minutes he paddled strenuously; but soon it was again the merry chat and the leisurely dip, dip of the paddles.  I think they were laughing at me a little and had also in their minds the fun it would be to see me bring out my precious tea again for lunch.

Suddenly we descried a white speck on a point some distance away, and drawing nearer saw people moving about.  Then we discovered that a boat was out at some nets, and on reaching it found an Eskimo fisherman and his son taking in the catch.  He smiled broadly as he came to the end of his boat to shake hands with us, and my heart sank dully, for his face and manner plainly indicated that he had been expecting us.  This could only be explained by the fact that the ship had been to the post bringing with her the news of my attempted crossing.  We spoke to him in English, which he seemed to understand, but replied in Eskimo, which we were helpless to make anything of, and after a vain struggle for the much desired news as to the ship, we left him and proceeded on our way.