"For  sure,  good  t'ing  dat  was  not  de  prairie  dat  tarn,"  he  would
say,  flinging  down  the  pelt  of  his  foe.  The  other  trappers  with
Indian  blood  in  their  veins  might  laugh,  but  they  shook  their  heads
when  his  back  was  turned.
