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Ole tam long ago, Pierre Cadotte is stole feefteen skin of de otter de sea-otter and he is sol' dem on Winnipeg. He is get 'bout thousand beaver five hunder' dollar. Den he is mak' dose longue voyage wes' ver' far wes' on dit Peace Reever. He is mak' heem dose cabane, w'ere he is leev long tam wid wan man of Mackenzie. He is call it hees nam' Dick Henderson.

I come and fin' de Prospector he's ver' mad; mos' awful mad; never see heem lak, dat before. 'Perault, he say, 'get ponee and grub queek. We go for de Los' Reever." "By gar! He's mak me scare. I get ponee an' grub and get off queek, toute suite, right away. Well, we go two day hard and come to de camp where de Ole Boss he's die, den we climb over de montin.

We ought to get Copperhead between us somewhere on the Ghost River trail and we must get him to-day. Where will he be now?" Jerry considered the matter, then, pointing straight eastward, he replied: "On trail Kananaskis not far from Ghost Reever." "Will he be that far?" inquired Cameron. "He would have to sleep and eat, Jerry." "Non! No sleep hit sam' tam' he run."

The half-breed laid his hand impressively on the other's arm and leaned forward until his bright black eyes were within a foot of the other's face. "Wen dose Injun is stan' heem in de moonlight, Dick Henderson is see hees face. Dick Henderson is know all dose Injun. He is tole me dat Injun is not Peace Reever Injun.

Surprised and enraged, the Frenchman turned to demolish the man who had dared to insult the "boss bully on de reever Hottawa." "Vous n'avez pas remarque la demoiselle," said the lieutenant, in a tone of politeness. The lumberman, who had swaggered up ready to strike, glanced at Maimie, took off his hat, and made a ceremonious bow. "Eh bien! Non! Pardon, Mams'elle."

"Eet ees," she answered at length, "dat my man, too, he not com' back lak' my fadder." "Your man!" cried Chloe in astonishment. "Do you mean you are married? Why, you are nothing but a child!" The girl regarded her gravely. "Yes," she answered, "I'm marry. Two years ago I git marry, up on de Anderson Reever. My man, heem free-trader, an' all summer we got plent' to eat.

Louis LeNoir was a French-Canadian, handsome, active, hardy, and powerfully built. He had come from the New Brunswick woods some three years ago, and had wrought and fought his way, as he thought, against all rivals to the proud position of "boss on de reever," the topmost pinnacle of a lumberman's ambition.

Where is it?" "Nord from Bow Reever by Kananaskis half day to Ghost Reever bad trail small leetle reever ver' stony ver' cold beeg tree wit' long beard." "Long beard?" "Yes long, long gray moss lak' beard ver' strange place dat from Ghost Reever west one half day to beeg Manitou Rock no trail.

Dick Henderson is say dose Injun is Ojibway Injun Ojibway Injun two t'ousand mile wes' on Peace Reever! Dat's curi's!" "I was tell you nodder story " went on Achille, after a moment. "Never mind," interrupted the Trader. "I believe you." "Maybee," said Achille cheerfully, "you stan' some show not moche eef he sen' you out pret' queeck. Does small perdrix is yonge, an' dose duck.

You'll let me try?" Rouletta was all eagerness. "We'll talk 'bout dat bimeby. First t'ing we goin' have beeg potlatch, lak Siwash weddin'." "Goody! Now run away while I get up." But the man shook his head. "Don' be soch hurry. Dis tent warm slow. Las' night de reever is froze solid so far you look. Pretty queeck people come."