Ungava

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Robert Michael Ballantyne. Ungava

Introduction

Chapter One. The forest, and the leaders of the folorn-hope—A good shot—A consultation—An ice-floe, and a narrow chance of escape in a small way

Chapter Two. Headquarters—The men—Disputation and uncertainty—New uses for the skins of dead boys!—Mutinous resolves

Chapter Three. Shows how Stanley deigned to consult with womankind—The opinions of a child developed—Persuasion fails—Example triumphs—The first volunteers to Ungava

Chapter Four. Explanatory, but not dry!—Murderous designs thwarted by vigorous treatment—The cattle pay for it!—Preparations for a long, long voyage

Chapter Five. Ice looks unpropitious—The start—An important member of the party nearly forgotten—Chimo

Chapter Six. Character partially developed—Ducks for supper—A threatened “nip”—Bundled out on the Ice

Chapter Seven. Shows how the party made themselves at home in the bush—Talk round the camp fire—A flash of temper—Turning in

Chapter Eight. Bryan’s adventure with a polar bear, etcetera

Chapter Nine. A storm brewing—It bursts, and produces consequences—The party take to the water per force—All saved

Chapter Ten. The sand-bank—Dismal prospects—Consultations—Internal arrangements exposed and detailed

Chapter Eleven. Start afresh—Superstitious notions—The whirlpool—The interior—Fishing in the old way on new ground, and what came of it—A cold bath—The rescue—Saved—Deeper and deeper into the wilderness

Chapter Twelve. A new scene—The Esquimau—Deer-slaying—Enemies in the bush

Chapter Thirteen. Savage love—A wife purchased—The attack—The flight—The escape—The wounded man

Chapter Fourteen. The pursuit—Seal-spearing—The giant’s despair

Chapter Fifteen. End of the voyage—Plans and prospects—Exploring parties sent out

Chapter Sixteen. Resources of the country begin to develop—Bryan distinguishes himself—Fishing extraordinary

Chapter Seventeen. Successes and encouragement—Bryan lost and found

Chapter Eighteen. Outpost-building—Fort Chimo—An unexpected arrival, which causes much joy

Chapter Nineteen. Bustle and business—A great feast, in which Bryan and La Roche are prime movers—New ideas in the art of cooking

Chapter Twenty. Winter approaches—Esquimaux arrive—Effect of a word—A sucking baby—Prospects of trade

Chapter Twenty One. Silent conversation—Raw food—Female tails—A terrible battle terminated by the interposition of a giant

Chapter Twenty Two. Maximus—Deer spearing—A surprisingly bad shot—Character of the natives

Chapter Twenty Three. More arrivals—Honesty—Indians come upon the scene—The tribes reconciled—Disease and death change the aspect of things—Philosophic discourse

Chapter Twenty Four. Effect of snow on the feelings, not to mention the landscape—A wonderful dome of ice

Chapter Twenty Five. Buried alive—But not killed—The giant in the snow-storm

Chapter Twenty Six. An excursion—Igloo building, and fishing under the ice—A snow-table and a good feast—Edith spends the night under a snow-roof for the first but not the last time

Chapter Twenty Seven. Frank Morton gets into difficulties

Chapter Twenty Eight. Edith becomes a heroine indeed

Chapter Twenty Nine. A dark cloud of sorrow envelops Fort Chimo

Chapter Thirty. An old friend amid new friends and novelties—A desperate battle and a glorious victory

Chapter Thirty One. Another desperate battle, and a decided victory—The Esquimaux suffer a severe loss

Chapter Thirty Two. Edith waxes melancholy, but her sadness is suddenly turned into joy; and the Esquimaux receive a surprise, and find a friend, and lose one

Chapter Thirty Three. The clouds are broken, the sun bursts through and once more irradiate Port Chimo—Hopes and fears for Maximus

Chapter Thirty Four. Rough and tumble—A polar bear made useful—Fishing and floundering, and narrow escapes—An unexpected discovery, productive of mingled perplexity and joy

Chapter Thirty Five. A stirring period in the life of Maximus

Chapter Thirty Six. Happy meetings and joyous feastings—Love, marriage, desertion, desolation, and conclusion

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“Hallo! where are you!” shouted a voice that rang through the glades of the forest like the blast of a silver trumpet, testifying to lungs of leather and a throat of brass.

The ringing tones died away, and naught was heard save the rustling of the leafy canopy overhead, as the young man, whose shout had thus rudely disturbed the surrounding echoes, leaned on the muzzle of a long rifle, and stood motionless as a statue, his right foot resting on the trunk of a fallen tree, and his head bent slightly to one side, as if listening for a reply. But no reply came. A squirrel ran down the trunk of a neighbouring pine, and paused, with tail and ears erect, and its little black eyes glittering as if with surprise at the temerity of him who so recklessly dared to intrude upon and desecrate with his powerful voice the deep solitudes of the wilderness. They stood so long thus that it seemed as though the little animal and the man had been petrified by the unwonted sound. If so, the spell was quickly broken. The loud report of a fowling-piece was heard at a short distance. The squirrel incontinently disappeared from the spot on which it stood, and almost instantaneously reappeared on the topmost branch of a high tree; while the young man gave a smile of satisfaction, threw the rifle over his shoulder, and, turning round, strode rapidly away in the direction whence the shot proceeded.

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“Well, I think that we’re all pretty much of one mind on the point,” continued François; “and yet I feel half ashamed to refuse after all, especially when I see the good will with which Messieurs Stanley and Morton agree to go.”

“I suppose you expect to be a bourgeois too some day,” growled Gaspard with a sneer.

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