He raised
one hand in token of friendliness and was invited to come in.
He was a French Canadian from La Colle Mills. He had trapped here
for some years. The almost certainty of war between Canada and
the States had kept his usual companions away. So he had trapped
alone, always a dangerous business, and had gathered a lot of
good fur, but had fallen on the ice and hurt himself inwardly, so
that he had no strength. He could tramp out on snowshoes, but
could not carry his pack of furs. He had long known that he had
neighbours on the south; the camp fire smoke proved that, and he
had come now to offer all his furs for sale.
Quonab shook his head, but Rolf said, "We'll come over and see
them."
A two-hours' tramp in the morning brought them to the Frenchman's
cabin. He opened out his furs; several otter, many sable, some
lynx, over thirty beaver -- the whole lot for two hundred
dollars. At Lyons Falls they were worth double that.
Rolf saw a chance for a bargain. He whispered, "We can double our
money on it, Quonab. What do ye say?"
The reply was simply, "Ugh! you are Nibowaka."
"We'll take your offer, if we can fix it up about payment, for I
have no money with me and barely two hundred dollars at the
cabin.
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