something in her face which could not have been because of what he
was telling her, and which she could at best only partly
understand. She had fixed her eyes on the little black dot. THAT
was the cabin. For the first time the map told her where she was,
and possibly how she had arrived there. Straight down to that dot
from the blue space of the ocean far to the north the map-makers
had trailed the course of the Coppermine River. Celie gave an
excited little cry and caught Philip's arm, stopping him short in
his explanation of the human wailings in the storm. Then she
placed a forefinger on the river.

"There--there it is!" she told him, as plainly as though her voice
was speaking to him in his own language. "We came down that river.
The Skunnert landed us THERE," and she pointed to the mouth of the
Coppermine where it emptied into Coronation Gulf. "And then we
came down, down, down--"

He repeated the name of the river.

"THE COPPERMINE."

She nodded, her breath breaking a little in an increasing
excitement. She seized the pencil and two-thirds of the distance
down the Coppermine made a cross. It was wonderful, he thought,
how easily she made him understand. In a low, eager voice she was
telling him that where she had put the cross the treacherous
Kogmollocks had first attacked them. She described with the pencil
their flight away from the river, and after that their return--and
a second fight. It was then Bram Johnson had come into the scene.
And back there, at the point from which the wolf-man had fled with