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as policeman, and having the duty assigned to him 

 of keeping the Indians from whisky, and whisky 

 from the Indians. Consequently Joseph was well 

 acquainted with the name and character of every 

 savage in the district, and possessed a considerable 

 amount of influence with them. Nothing but a 

 photograph would give any idea of Joe's personal 

 appearance. I had been forewarned by a thoughtful 

 storekeeper that a nose of peculiar merit was one of 

 his distinguishing features or, rather, a noteworthy 

 portion of his features. I found him seated in the 

 doorway of his house smoking an evening pipe tall, 

 gaunt, grizzled, weather-beaten, with keen, deep lines 

 in his face, and a prominent nose, so exceedingly 

 rubicund that it seemed to indicate where the illegal 

 whisky went whenever he was successful in his duty. 

 Prepared as I was, it was difficult to repress a smile. 

 For nothing less than 19s. a day and food could the 

 services be procured of two Indians and their canoe, 

 one of them, speaking more exactly, being a half- 

 breed. The latter' s name was George Mitchell. His 

 father had been one of the earliest, if not entirely the 

 first, of the settlers in the district, who had taken for 

 a wife an Indian squaw, had ill-treated her, and had 

 finally been murdered by her relations in revenge. 

 This half-breed was twenty-nine years of age, and 

 spoke English almost as fluently as though he were 

 wholly of white parentage. The other was a full- 

 blooded savage, calling himself Jack Mac, and savage 



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