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Updated: May 19, 2025
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.
He filled his pipe and got it going well before he launched on his tale. "My fat'er, Simon Grampierre, he is educate'," he began. "He read in books, he write, he spik Angleys, he spik French, he spik the Cree. We are Cree half-breed. My fat'er's fat'er, my mot'er's fat'er, they white men. We are proud people. We own plenty land. We live in a good house. We are workers.
"Talk! Talk!" cried Bela irritably. "You bus' my head open wit' your talk. I had enough talk. Go to bed." "No, to-night I goin' stay," said Musq'oosis calmly. "I your fat'er's friend, I your friend. I see you goin' to the bad. I got say somesing, I guess." Bela laughed harshly. "Bad! Ol' man talk! What is bad? Everything is bad!" "Mahooley is bad to women," said Musq'oosis. "I know that.
"One day come big storm wit' snow. He got lost out on the ice wit' his team and drive in airhole. We find the hay floating after. He never see you. You come in the spring. He was a fine man. That is all." After a silence Musq'oosis said: "Well, what you think? What you goin' do?" "I goin' outside," Bela promptly answered. "To my fat'er's country." Musq'oosis shook his head heavily. "It is far.
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