yellow and red lak the sun! Never I see before such a tall house, and
so many rooms inside full of fine chairs and tables so smoot' and shiny.

"He is so reech he put blankets on the floor to walk on, w'at you call
carrpitt. Every day he has a white cloth on the table, and a little
one to wipe his hands! I have seen it! And silver dishes!"

"There is style for you!" said Peter, with a whimsical roll of his eye
in Ambrose's direction.

"There is moch farming by the river at Fort Enterprise," Poly went on;
"and plaintee grain grow. There is a mill to grind flour. Steam mak'
it go lak the steamboat. They eat eggs and butter at Fort Enterprise,
and think not'ing of it. Christmas I have turkey and cranberry sauce.
I am going back, me."

"They say the trader John Gaviller is a hard man," suggested Peter.

Poly shrugged elaborately. "Maybe. He owe me not'ing. Me, I would
not farm for him nor trade my fur at his store. Those people are his
slaves. But he pay a strong man good wages. I will tak' his wages and
snap my fingers!

"But wait!" cried Poly with a sparkling eye. "The 'mos' won'erful
thing I see at Fort Enterprise--Wa!--the laktrek light! Her shine in
little bottles lak pop, but not so big. John Gaviller, him clap his
hands, so! and Wa! she shine!

"Indians, him t'ink it is magic. But I am no fool. I know John
Gaviller make the laktrek in an engine in the mill. Me, I have seen