To save their sick baby, Frank and Helen Beaver trek through a bitter winter cold to reach the nearest Hudson's Bay Post.
Helen Beaver’s seven month old baby is sick, and she has no idea why. The nearest help is a Hudson’s Bay trading post, but it is a two-day journey away and the January winter has turned bitterly cold.
With no other option available, Helen and her husband Frank, leave the warmth and safety of their wilderness cabin to begin the long night trek.
Helen Beaver added a little more water to the pot of rabbit stew simmering on top of the wood heater in their small wilderness log cabin. Since her husband, Frank, had found the body of the young bush pilot in the plane wreck out on the lake, game had become scarce. Reflecting on the day they took the body away, she remembered seeing his face briefly. Even in death he still looked attractive. She’d come to know the young man that summer at the fly-in fishing lodge, even making a sandwich for him on occasions she knew he hadn’t eaten since the dawn came up. He was married. Her heart briefly felt like it was cut with a fillet knife. How would she make out if Frank died? She willed her pain to fly on the wings of an eagle and comfort the young man’s widow.
The door to the trapping cabin opened, letting in the bitter air. Frank, her husband of seven winters stomped his moccasins free of snow before shaking his head. Helen read the message and went to her man, holding him close, ignoring the cold from his parka seeping into her chest. He had always been a good provider, and she held no blame against him for the lack of meat in the cabin.
Thinking back, she had never worried when the Government men had flown in to look at the plane wreckage out on the lake, but fed them with the genuine hospitality she had learned from her mother. Later when another group of men came in from the airline to dismantle the airplane and haul it way, she’d seen her winter food supply diminish. Now, with spring still months away...