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he had reflected for a little while he gave a truly philosophical 

 answer : " Him fellow not talk much, not lie much, fellow not 

 lie much, me believe good man." 



Sachawachick could not resist the temptation to go out for 

 cariboo, and started the day after our arrival at Ned's tent, 

 promising to come back shortly. I determined to wait for him, 

 but the days went by and still he did not come. He had 

 started with nothing to eat but some tea and crackers, and I 

 began to feel anxious about him. He returned ten days after 

 he had gone out, smiling and pleased, with eight deer tongues 

 hanging from his belt, which told us that his small excursion 

 had been accompanied by success. But before he got the 

 cariboo he had been three days without eating. 



While he was away I lived a life of ease, and lay in Ned's or 

 John's tent all day long, save for a couple of hours every day 

 when I was out looking for cariboo, in which search, however, I 

 met with scant success. The rest of the day was spent in 

 talking, smoking, or walking to and fro outside the tents, 

 brooding over the future. Upon the whole I spent a very 

 pleasant time there, only I wanted to get back to Flaxman 

 Island to tell the good news to Mr. LefBngwelL But Sachawa- 

 chick was away, and I did not like to go without him ; further- 

 more, I had no irresistible desire to ford the Hula-Hula 

 River again, the one crossing being quite enough to last me 

 for a long while. Although it was cold, about 15 C., the 

 ice was not yet frozen hard enough for travelling, and so I 

 waited, spending my time as best I could. 



One day we saw a caravan coming down the east bank of the 

 river. Seen from a distance it looked rather large, but when it 

 approached we saw that it only consisted of a man and a woman 

 with their three children, both of them dragging a deerskin 

 with some of their belongings, while their four dogs were 

 likewise dragging skins holding the rest of their outfit. A 

 surprisingly big weight can be pulled along in a skin like that, 

 even without spoiling the fur, and some of the bundles drawn 

 by one dog weighed, I think, nearly 100 Ibs. The caravan 

 came sliding down the high steep bank of the river, with 

 dogs and bundles in a hopeless tangle, and not till then 

 did we recognzie our visitors, Terigloo and his squaw. We 

 invited them into the tent and gave them some tea, and while 



