of the opposition trader. He chewed his lower lip in the effort to
smother his disgust, and growled out with an angry grin:

"Hoots, mon, ye ha'e gotten ower muckle already. It's fair redeeklus.
I jist canna gi'e ye onythin' mair ava!"

"Ah, but, master, you have forgotten that I am a great hunter. And
that my son-in-law is a great hunter, too. This is but the outfit for
a lazy man! Besides, the Great Company is rich, and I am poor. If you
will be stingy, I shall not trouble you more."

Once again the Factor gave way, and handed out the flour and grease.
All filed out, and the Factor turned the key in the door. As he walked
toward the house, his spirits began to rise, and he clapped the old
Indian on the back good-naturedly. Presently Oo-koo-hoo halted in his
tracks. He had forgotten something: he had nothing in case of sickness.

"Master, you know my voyage is long; my work is hard; the winter is
severe. I am not very strong now: I may fall ill. My wife--she is not
very strong--may fall ill also. My son-in-law is not very strong: he
may fall ill too. My daughter is not. . . ."

"De'il ha'e ye!" roared the Factor, "what is't the noo?"

"Never mind, it will do to-morrow," muttered the hunter with an
offended air.

"As I'm a leevin' sinner, it's noo or it's nivver," insisted the
Factor, who had no desire to let the Indian have another day at it.
"Come back this verra minnit, an' I'll gi'e ye a wheen poothers an' sic