The Gun-Brand

Seated upon a thick, burlap-covered bale of freight -- a 'piece,' in the parlance of the North -- Chloe Elliston idly watched the loading of the scows. The operation was not new to her; a dozen times within the month since the outfit had swung out from Athabasca Landing she had watched from the muddy bank while the half-breeds and Indians unloaded the big scows...