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Marten is plentiful." "Good fur here, too. Not much marten; plenty link." "Your father is well?" asked Ambrose in turn. "My fat'er is well," said Tole. "My four brot'ers well, too." "I am glad," said Ambrose. More polite conversation was exchanged while Ambrose waited for his guest to declare the object of his visit. It came at last. "Often I talk wit' my fat'er," said Tole.
He say, 'Musq'oosis, I no good for not'ing 't'all but a soldier. He say, 'When there ain't no war I can't keep out of trouble. He ask moch question about my country up here. He say, 'When this war over I go there. Maybe I can keep out of trouble up there. "Me, I all tam think that just his joke. Bam-by the fighting all over, and Louis Riel sent to jail. Me, I got brot'ers up here then.
I want to see my brot'ers after the war. So I go say good-bye to my friend. But he say, 'Hold on, Musq'oosis, I goin' too. I say, 'W'at you do up there? Ain't no white men but the comp'ny trader. He say, 'I got fight somesing. I fight nature." "Nature?" repeated Bela, puzzled. Musq'oosis shrugged. "That just his fonny way of talk. He mean chop tree, dig earth, work. So he come wit' me.
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