They look.

They recognize the woman and children of Pierre Dorion.

That moment — the child’s voice calling in the trade language of the fur-trade frontier, the recognition across the water, the end of a winter that should by every reasonable calculation have been unsurvivable — is as close as the historical record comes to a moment of emotional clarity in Marie’s story.

The boys had been small children in 1811 when they first embarked on the Hunt expedition.

They had traveled across the continent and back.