"Come now, I'll make it ten cents for the rats."

"Ten cents for rats, one dollar for mink, all cash, then
I buy what I like," was the reply.

It was very necessary to Silas's peace that no customer
of his should cross the street to the sign,

SILAS MEAD
Trading Store

So the bargain, a fair one now, was made, and the Indian
went off with a stock of tobacco, tea, and sugar.

His way lay up the Myanos River, as he had one or two
traps set along the banks for muskrats, although in constant
danger of having them robbed or stolen by boys, who
considered this an encroachment on their trapping grounds.

After an hour he came to Dumpling Pond, then set out
for his home, straight through the woods, till he reached
the Catrock line, and following that came to the farm and
ramshackle house of Micky Kittering. He had been told
that the man at this farm had a fresh deer hide for sale,
and hoping to secure it, Quonab walked up toward the
house. Micky was coming from the barn when he saw
the Indian. They recognized each other at a glance.
That was enough for Quonab; he turned away. The
farmer remembered that he had been "insulted." He
vomited a few oaths, and strode after the Indian, "To