30 MOOSWA 



whined Lynx ; &quot; it s nice to be of no value in 

 the world is n t it ? &quot; 



&quot; There s always a price on brains ; but that 

 does n t interest you, Silly, does it ? You re 

 not in the market. Your understanding runs 

 to a fine discrimination in perfumes prominent 

 odours, like Castoreum, or dead Fish. If you 

 were a Man you d have been a hair-dresser. 



&quot; Muskwa, your pelt s a useful one; still it 

 does n t sell for a very great figure. Last year at 

 Wapiscaw I saw pictures on the Factor s walls of 

 men they call Soldiers, and they had the queerest, 

 great, tall head-covers, made from the skins 

 of cousins of yours. And the Factor also had a 

 Bear pelt on the floor, which he said was a good 

 one, worth twenty dollars that s your value 

 dead, twenty dollars. 



&quot; Mooswa s shaggy shirt is good ; but they 

 scrape the hair off and make moccasins of the 

 leather. Think of that, Weed-eater ; perhaps 

 next year the Trappers will be walking around in 

 your hide, killing your Brother, or your Daddy, 

 or some other big-nosed, spindle-legged member 

 of your family. The homeliest man in the 

 whole Chippewa tribe they have named ( The 

 Moose, and he s the ugliest creature I ever 

 saw ; you d be ashamed of him he s even 

 ashamed of himself.&quot; 





