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Updated: July 6, 2025
"What's the dope?" asked Sam curiously. "Stiffy and Mawoolie's York boat come to-day," said Musq'oosis conversationally. "Bring summer outfit. Plenty all kind goods. Bring newspapers three weeks old." "I heard all that," said Sam. "Mattison brought word around the bay." "There's measles in the Indians out Tepiskow Lake." Sam glanced sidewise at his passenger. "Is this what you wanted to tell me?"
"I know a city!" she exclaimed. "Musq'oosis tell me. They got houses high as jack-pines. Windows wide as a river. At night a thousand thousand moons hang down to give the people light." "Right!" said Sam. "What would you say to a sky-scraper I wonder?" "What is sky-scraper?" "Like fifty houses piled up one on top of the other, and reaching to the sky." Bela pouted.
When the excitement of the departure died away, Mahooley for the first time perceived a squat little figure in a blanket capote sitting patiently on the platform in front of the store. "Musq'oosis!" he exclaimed. "Blest if I didn't overlook you in the shuffle. How did you come?" "Graves bring me in his boat," Musq'oosis answered. "Come on in." "I come get trade for my rabbit-skin robe."
Musq'oosis laid a claw on his arm. "Drive slow," he said. "I want talk. Too much bang and shake." Sam reluctantly pulled his team into a walk. "Anything up?" he asked. Musq'oosis shrugged, and answered the question with another. "Anybody comin' be'ind you?" "Not near," replied Sam. "They weren't ready to start when I left. And I've come quick." "Good!" said Musq'oosis.
As he looked up he saw that a third head and shoulders had risen above the edge of the box. He saw a face incredibly wrinkled, framed in long, straggling grey hair. The bright eyes twinkled merrily. "Hello, Sam!" "Musq'oosis!" cried Sam, recoiling. Fearful of other surprises, he hastened to look in the wagon-box. There was nothing more in it save their bedding and grub.
He mak' moch fun to me, but I not mad for cause I see he lak me just the same. Often he say to me, 'Musq'oosis, my boy, I bad lot." "Bad lot?" questioned Bela, "He mean no good," Musq'oosis explained. "That is his joke. I not believe ev'ryt'ing he tell me, no, not by a damnsight.
The old man waved his hand. "Plaintee tam mak' Musq'oosis a gift some day," he said. Sam looked up at the name. "So you're Musq'oosis?" he asked, hardening a little. "W'at you know about me?" queried the other mildly. "Oh, nothing!" returned Sam. "Somebody told me about you." "I guess it was Bela," said Musq'oosis. With kindly guile he added: "Where is she?" "You can search me!" muttered Sam.
For a while Mahooley passed the time in idly teasing Musq'oosis after his own style. "Musq'oosis, they tell me you were quite a runner in your young days." "So," said the old man good-humouredly. "Yes, fellow said when the dinner-bell rang in camp, you beat the dog to the table!" Mahooley supplied the laughter to his own jest. "Let him be," said Bela sullenly.
Tears poured down her cheeks, and sobs choked her utterance. Fearful that he might misunderstand these evidences, she cried: "I not cry for sorry. I cry for hate!" Again Musq'oosis waited patiently until she was in a state to hear him. "Sam gone to Spirit River," he said calmly. "I don' care!" cried Bela. "He can't go too far from me!" "Maybe he sorry now," suggested the old man.
"You lie to me!" she cried, raising the switch she carried. He put heels to his horse and evaded her. Bela turned on Sam. "You t'ink I come here see you," she cried furiously. "It's not true. I hate you!" "God knows I didn't come to see you!" retorted Sam bitterly. "I'll go back," she said, instantly turning her horse. "Wait!" cried Sam. "Look after Musq'oosis. He's really sick. I'll go."
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