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&quot; My own opinion is that Indians are a fat-meat 

 sight better than the Whites,&quot; declared Carcajou ; 

 &quot; they don t tell as many lies, and they won t 

 steal. They never lock a door here, but they 

 do in the Whiteman s land. An Indian just puts 

 his food down any place, or up on a cache, and 

 nobody touches it ; only, of course, the White 

 Men who were here [in the Boundaries last year 

 looking for the yellow-sand they stole from the 

 caches.&quot; 



&quot; Nobody ? &quot; screamed Jay. &quot; Nobody ? 

 What do you call yourself, Carcajou ? How 

 many bags of flour have you ripped open that 

 did n t belong to you ? How many pounds of 

 bacon have melted away because of your hot 

 mouth ? I know. I ve heard Ambrose, and 

 Fra^ois, and every other Trapper from the 

 Landing to Fort Simpson swear you re the 

 biggest thief since the time of Wiesahkechack. 

 Why, you re as bad as a White Man by your 

 own showing.&quot; 



&quot; Gently, Brother, gently. Didst ever hear 

 your Men Friends tell the story of the pot and 

 the kettle ? Besides, is it unfair that I, or any of 

 us, take a little from those who come here to 

 steal the coats off our backs, and the lives from 

 our hearts ? &quot; 



(c Indeed thou art the pot, Carcajou/ retorted 



