"Do you mean that you're going to manufacture paper yourself--way up
there? How do you expect to get your product to market?"

"Easy enough. Make the paper in the woods, an' float it a little
better than a hundred miles to Hudson Bay in barges, or scows. You
see, the Shamattawa runs into Hayes River, an' Hayes River empties into
the Bay just across a spit of land from Port Nelson. And the railway
from The Pas to Port Nelson is being pushed to completion. With the
paper on the Bay, I can ship by rail or boat to the market."

"And you want to locate the mill on the Hayes River?"

"No; the Hayes runs too flat. Either on the upper Shamattawa, or on
Gods River, which lies between the two, an' flows into the Shamattawa.
There's plenty of water in either one, an' I think both or 'em have got
fall enough. I want the mill where it will be easy to get the wood to
it, an' at the same time, where we'll have a good head of water--an'
it's got to be done quick. The options expire the first of August, an'
I've nosed around an' found out there's no chance to renew 'em on
decent terms. When you get the mill located, then you've got to slip
down the river an' find out what kind of scows we'll need, an' lay out
a road to the new Hudson Bay Railway that's headed for Port Nelson.
We'll haul in the material an' save time. An' when you've finished
that, you can make a survey of the pulpwood available outside our
present holdin's."

"Quite a job, take it all in all."

"Yes--an' takin' it all in all, it'll take quite a man to fill it,"
retorted McNabb brusquely. "The man that puts this through won't never