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He had made up his mind that he would strike Fond du Lac on his way down , for Jasper 's words and the hopeless picture he had made that day beside the little cross under the spruce had made them brothers in a strange sort of way . Besides , Jasper would furnish him with a couple of Indians , and a sledge and dogs if the snows came early . In a break between the rocks Philip saw a white strip of sand , and turned his canoe in to shore . He had been paddling since five o'clock , and in the six hours had made eighteen miles . Yet he felt no fatigue as he stood up and stretched himself . He remembered how different it had been four years ago when Hill , the Hudson 's Bay Company 's man down at Prince Albert , had looked him over with skeptical and uneasy eyes , encouraging him with the words : `` You 're going to a funeral , young man , and it 's your own . You wo n't make God 's House , much less Hudson 's Bay ! ''