Though alone, he was not lost. Farther on he knew he would come to where dead spruce and fir, very small and weazened, bordered the shore of a little lake, the titchin-nichilie, in the tongue of the country, the “land of little sticks.” And into that lake flowed a small stream, the water of which was not milky. There was rush-grass on that stream – this he remembered well – but no timber, and he would follow it till its first trickle ceased at a divide. He would cross this divide to the first trickle of another stream, flowing to the west, which he would follow until it emptied into the river Dease, and here he would find a cache under an upturned canoe and piled over with many rocks. And in this cache would be ammunition for his empty gun, fish-hooks and lines, a small net – all the utilities for the killing and snaring of food. Also, he would find flour, – not much, – a piece of bacon, and some beans.
Bill would be waiting for him there
(Билл будет ждать его там), and they would paddle away south down the Dease to the Great Bear Lake (и они уплывут на лодке на юг вниз по течению Диз к Большому Медвежьему озеру). And south across the lake they would go (и они поплывут на юг через озеро), ever south (все время на юг), till they gained the Mackenzie (пока не доберутся до Макензи). And south, still south, they would go (и они будут двигаться на юг, все еще на юг), while the winter raced vainly after them (в то время как зима будет напрасно гнаться за ними;Bill would be waiting for him there, and they would paddle away south down the Dease to the Great Bear Lake. And south across the lake they would go, ever south, till they gained the Mackenzie. And south, still south, they would go, while the winter raced vainly after them, and the ice formed in the eddies, and the days grew chill and crisp, south to some warm Hudson Bay Company post, where timber grew tall and generous and there was grub without end.