ten-p'ny

Updated: May 27, 2025

He says his head's full of ice, and has to be melted. I mind one winter at Caribou Lake forty years back, we were all nigh starving, and our bones was comin' through our skins, like ten-p'ny nails in a paper bag. And one night they comes snoopin' into the settlement an Indian woman as sleek and soft and greasy as a fresh sausage and lickin' her chops um um!

Hulbert Footner - Two on the Trail: A Story of the Far Northwest