Instantly the chief caught at the name and said, "Cabot? Yes, that
is the man. He turned back two days' journey from here. He was
going away on a ship."
When during the winter I had talked with Mr. Cabot of my trip he
had said, "Perhaps we shall meet on the George next summer." Now I
felt quite excited to think how near we had come to doing so. How
I wished he had sent me a line by the Indians. I wanted to know
how the Peace Conference was getting on. I wondered at first that
he had not done so; but after a little laughed to myself as I
thought I could guess why. How envious he would be of me, for I
had really found the home camp of his beloved Nascaupees.
Meanwhile the old women had gathered about me begging for tobacco.
I did not know, of course, what it was they wanted, and when the
coveted tobacco did not appear they began to complain bitterly,
"She is not giving us any tobacco. See, she does not want to give
us any tobacco."
George explained to them that I did not smoke and so had no tobacco
to give them, but that I had other things I could give them. Now
that we were so near the post I could spare some of my provisions
for the supply was considerably more than we should now need to
take us to our journey's end.
