It was beautiful! It was magnificent! His heart throbbed with pleasure as he gazed down on it, the blood rose to his face in an excited flush, and he seemed hardly to breathe in his tense interest.
Mukoki had come up beside him softly, and spoke in his low guttural voice.
"Twent' t'ousand moose down there--twent' t'ousand caribou-oo! No man--no house--more twent' t'ousand miles!" Roderick, even trembling in his new emotion, looked into the old warrior's face.

In Mukoki's eyes there was a curious, thrilling gleam.
He stared straight out into the unending distance as though his keen vision would penetrate far beyond the last of that visible desolation--on and on, even to the grim and uttermost fastnesses of Hudson Bay.

Wabi came up and placed his hand on Rod's shoulder.
"Muky was born off there," he said.

"Away beyond where we can see.

Those were his hunting-grounds when a boy.