The Fur Bringers - A Story of the Canadian Northwest by Hulbert Footner
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"He married a Cree, didn't he?" inquired Gaviller casually.
Colina glanced at her father in surprise. This was hardly playing fair according to her notions. "A half-breed," corrected Ambrose. "Of course, Eva Lajeunesse, I remember now," said Gaviller. "She was quite famous around Caribou Lake some years ago." Ambrose with an effort kept his temper. "She has made him a good wife," he said loyally. "Ah, no doubt!" said Gaviller affably. "Do you live with them?" "I have my own house," said Ambrose stiffly. Here Colina made haste to create a diversion. "Aren't the Indian kids comical little souls?" she remarked. "I go to the mission school sometimes to sing and play for them. They don't think much of it. One of the girls asked me for a hair. One hair was all she wanted." The subject of Indian children proved to be innocuous. They took coffee in John Gaviller's library. "Colina brought these new-fangled notions in with her," said her father. "They're all right!" said Ambrose soberly. |
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