There was no doctor nor
anyone else to consult, so he started off to make his way down to
Montreal to see a doctor. He took with him as guides two half-breed
Indians.
For weeks he toiled through the awful wilderness, among snow and
blizzard, but at length he reached Montreal.
Do you think they made a hero of him?
Not a bit of it. His employers rounded on him for quitting his post
without leave, and told him to go back at once.
At first he felt--like many of us would have done--so angry that he
was on the point of throwing up the whole thing and leaving the
service of the Hudson Bay Company.
But on second thoughts he felt that, after all, the managers were
right. They had put him there to have charge of valuable stores and
important work, and that it was his duty to stick there, and not to
come in to civilised parts for his own sake.
So he accepted the wigging, and started back on the long, dreary
journey to his gloomy post in Labrador.
He had luckily been able to see a doctor, and had got his eyes put
right.
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