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as long as possible. To get to East Cape in 
five days, however, would justify me in parting 
with my money. 
“How much you pay me?” the man asked 
again. 
“Forty dollars,” I replied, for the trip seemed 
to me well worth that. It was a mistake; I should 
have said twenty. Forty was so large a sum that 
the native soon made clear that he doubted my 
having so much money. He was a trader, for rein¬ 
deer skins and fox skins, and he knew, or thought 
he knew, how a bargain should be made. 
“All right,” he said. “You show me money.” 
“No,” I replied. 
“Maybe you no have money,” he ventured. 
“I have the money,” I answered. 
In his anxiety to see that I should not suffer in 
the Chukch’s estimation, Kataktovick now started 
to explain to him about the money and I had to 
stop him. 
“You bring me East Cape me give you forty 
dollars.” 
The Chukch seemed satisfied. It was agreed 
that we should leave our sledge and about all our 
possessions and that we should journey onward 
on the deer man’s sledge. At Koliuchin Bay we 
should find an American trader, Mr. Olsen, about 
whom I had been hearing all along the coast. As 
