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"Twenty years, Michel say," answered Poly. "Ah! she is beautiful!" he went on. "She walk the groun' as sof' and proud and pretty as fine yong horse! She sit her horse like a flower on its stem. Me and her good frens too. She say she lak me for cause I am simple. Often in the winter she ride out wit' my team and hunt in the bush while I am load up." "What did Eelip say to that?"
I scare for my children when she come around. I think maybe she steal my baby. Because they say weh-ti-gos got drink a baby's blood to melt the ice in their brains. I wish she go way. We have no peace here till she go." "Down the river they say Bela a very pretty girl," remarked Eelip. "Yah! What good is pretty if you crazy in the head!" retorted Neenah. "She twenty years old and got no husband.
It must be said that Bela did not get much sympathy from the women. Most of them hated her with an astonishing bitterness. As Neenah, Hooliam's wife, explained it to Eelip Moosa, a visitor in camp: "That girl Bela, she is weh-ti-go, crazy, I think. She got a bad eye. Her eye dry you up when she look. You can't say nothing at all. Her tongue is like a dog-whip. I hate her.
Peter inquired facetiously. Eelip was Poly's wife. "Eelip?" queried Poly, surprised. "Colina is the trader's daughter," he carefully explained. "She live in the big house. I would cut off my hand to serve her." "I suppose Miss Colina has plenty of suitors?" said Peter. Ambrose hung with suspended breath on the reply. Poly shook his curly pate. "Who is there for her?" he demanded.
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