It was years later that I heard the end of the story. A Trader, friend of mine, had been out with his dog train, travelling from one Indian camp to another, buying Fur. Calling at Elliott's shack on his homeward journey, he had found a dead body.
The sleigh was heavily loaded with the valuable fur which it was not safe to leave behind and the corpse would have made it too much for the dogs to haul. The Traders decision was quickly taken. Laying the corpse on a table in the middle of the shack, he sprinkled parafine around and set fire to it. Elliott was cremated. Now a days that sort of thing could not be done, but in those days it was a wild country.
If Elliott's partner had been still with him – the tradgedy might have been averted, but they had separated.
