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&quot; Perhaps, perhaps ; each one according as his 

 interests are affected.&quot; 



&quot; The Priests are a benefit,&quot; asserted Marten. 

 &quot; The Father at Little Slave Lake had a corral 

 full of the loveliest tame Grouse Chickens, they 

 called them. They were like the Sheep, silly 

 enough to please the laziest Hunter.&quot; 



&quot; Did you join the Mission, Brother ? &quot; asked 

 Carcajou, licking his chops hungrily. 



&quot; For three nights,&quot; answered Wapistan, &quot; then 

 I left it, carrying a scar on my hip from the snap 

 of a white bob-tailed Dog they call a Fox-terrier. 

 A busy, meddlesome, yelping little cur, lacking 

 the composure of a Dweller in the Boundaries. 

 I became disgusted at his clatter and cleared out.&quot; 



&quot;A Fox what?&quot; asked the Red Widow. 

 &quot;He was not of our tribe to interfere with a 

 Comrade s Kill.&quot; 



&quot; It must have been great hunting,&quot; remarked 

 Black King, his mouth watering at the idea of a 

 corral full of Chickens. 



&quot; It was ! &quot; asserted Wapistan. &quot; All in a row 

 they sat, shoulder to shoulder it was night, 

 you know. They simply blinked at me with 

 their glassy eyes, and exclaimed, c Peek ! Peek ! 

 until I cut their throats. Yes, the Mission is a 

 good thing.&quot; 



&quot; It is,&quot; concurred Black King &quot; they should 



