242 THE FUR COUNTRY, winter in inorganic nature, the temperature maintaining a mean height of 49° Fahrenheit, some swans flying to the south in search of a warmer climate was a good omen. Other birds capable of a long-sustained flight over vast tracts of the ocean Ibegan to desert the island. They knew full well that the continent of America and of Asia, with their less severe climates and their plentiful resources of every kind, were not far off, and that their wings were strong enough to carry them there. A good many of these birds- were caught ; and by Mrs Barnett's advice the Lieutenant tied round their necks a stiff cloth ticket, on which was inscribed the position of the wandering island, and the names of its inhabi- tants. The birds were then set free, and their captors watched them wing their way to the south with envious eyes. Of course none were in the secret of the sending forth of these messengers, except Mrs Barnett, Madge, Kalumah, Hobson, and Long. The poor quadrupeds were unable to seek their usual winter refuges in the south. Under ordinary circumstances the reindeer^ Polar hares, and even the wolves would have left early in September for the shores of the Great Bear and Slave Lakes, a good many- degrees farther south ; but now the sea was an insurmountable bar- rier, and they, too, would have to wait until the winter should render it passable. Led by instinct they had doubtless tried to leave the island, but, turned back by the water, the instinct of self-preservation had brought them to the neighbourhood of Fort Hope, to be near the men who were once their hunters and most formidable enemies, but were now, like themselves, rendered compa- ratively inoffensive by their imprisonment. The observations of the 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th, and 9th September,, revealed no alteration in the position of Victoria Island. The large eddy between the two currents kept it stationary. Another fifteen days, another three weeks of this state of things, and Hobson felt that they might be saved. But they were not yet out of danger, and many terrible, almost supernatural, trials still awaited the inhabitants of Fort Hope. On the 10th of September observations showed a displacement of Victoria Island. Only a slight displacement, but in a northerly direction. Hobson was in dismay ; the island was finally in the grasp of the Kamtchatka Current, and was drifting towards the unknown latitudes
