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far as Mr. Olsen’s the other deer man was to ac¬ 
company us with his sledge, Kataktovick riding 
with him; for this service he was to receive a hatchet, 
a piece of tent canvas and two tins of pemmican. 
The next morning, April 19, Kataktovick com¬ 
plained of pains in his legs and wanted to stay 
where we were for a day to rest. I did not object 
to the idea and was glad of an opportunity of resting 
the dogs. 
That night our prospective tourist conductor 
began talking again about the money. Evidently 
he was worried, or else his conscience pricked him. 
“By and by you meet Olsen,” he said. “He 
white man. Perhaps he tell you you pay me too 
much money. You no pay me.” 
I replied that whatever Mr. Olsen might tell me 
would make no difference, that I had promised to 
pay and I would. I refused to let him see the 
money, however, though he was itching to get a 
look at it. “You no trust me, I no trust you,” I 
said. 
Then he voiced the age-old cry of the savage 
against the civilized; the pity of it is that the sav¬ 
age is right. 
“White man steal from other man,” he said. 
“White man promise bring things for fox skins 
and bear skins. White man no bring ’em. 
White man go ’way, forget come back.” 
