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Updated: June 25, 2025
"Little round piece lak money, but not to spend," explained Musq'oosis. "It is pin on the coat here, so everybody know you brave. "Always I am a friend of the white people," Musq'oosis went on, "so I fight for them in that war. I can't march me, or ride ver' good. I canoe scout on the Saskatchewan River. Your fat'er is friend to me. Moch we talk by the fire.
My fat'er say: 'This my house. This people my relations, my friends. My door is open to all. Then old man Gaviller is mad. He call my fat'er mal-content. He tak' away his discount." "Discount?" interrupted Ambrose. Tole frowned at the difficulty of explaining this in English. "All goods in the store marked by prices," he said slowly. "Too moch prices.
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 is a pretty man," she said, suddenly lowering her head. "He mak' me want him bad. His eyes lak the sky at tam wild roses come. Hair bright lak mink-skin. He has kindness for women lak my fat'er got." "H-m!" growled Musq'oosis; "you talk lak white woman." "Tell me how to get him," said Bela simply. Musq'oosis affected scorn. "Wa! All tam ask me what to do. Then go do what you lak, anyhow."
She pulled his head forward so that she could breathe her soft speech directly in his ear. "My father and me not the same lak other people here. We got white blood. Men not talk with their girls moch. My fat'er talk man talk with me. Because he is got no boys, only me. So I know many things. "I think, women's talk foolish. Many tam my fat'er say to me, Angleys talk mak' men strong.
"Ot'er white men not same lak your fat'er." Bela's face fell. "Well, what must I do?" she asked. "There is moch to be said. If you clever you mak' your white man marry you." "How?" she demanded. Musq'oosis shrugged. "I can't tell you in one word," he replied. "I can't stay with these people," she said, frowning. "All right," said Musq'oosis. "But stay in the country. This is your country.
Shuffling inside the teepee, he presently reappeared with a little bundle wrapped in folds of dressed moose hide. Sitting calm he undid it deliberately. A pearl-handled revolver was revealed to Bela's eager eyes. "The white man's short gun," he said. "Your fat'er gave it long tam ago. I keep her ver' careful. Still shoot straight. Here are shells, too. Tak' it, and keep her clean.
"I don't care what you think," she retorted. "Tell me one thing," said Jack. "What did you come here for first off?" "Yes, I tell you what I come for," the girl said with a direct look. "I want see what white men lak. My fat'er him white man. I never see him. Him good man, good to women. So I think all white men good to women. I think no harm. I come here.
You know the way of this country. I tell you somesing else. You got some money here." "Money?" she echoed, opening her eyes wide. "When your fat'er die, he have credit wit' the company. Near six hundred dollars. Beaton, the old company trader, he talk wit' me for cause I your fat'er's friend. He say this money too little to go to law wit'. The law is too far from us.
I go to Nine-Mile Point where your fat'er built a house long time ago. You know it. Wa! Wa! There is five white men stopping there, with moch horses and wagons, big outfit. Rich men. "So I spell wit' them a while. They mak' moch fun. Call me ol' black Joe. Feed me ver' good. We talk after. They say gov'ment goin' measure all the land at the head of lake this summer and give away to farmers.
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