t have got mooch grub to eat dat winter, and den we
go to Fort MacPherson. I go back to de school, and I'm tell de pries'
my man he no com' back. De pries' he ver' angry. He say, I'm not got
marry, but de pries' he ees a man--he don' un'stan'.

"All summer I'm stay on de Mackenzie, an' I'm watch de canoes an' I'm
wait for my man to com' back, but he don' com' back. An' in de fall my
modder she go Nort' again to watch de ships in de Bufort Sea. She say,
com' 'long, but I don' go, so she go 'lone and I'm stay on de
Mackenzie. I'm stay 'til de reever freeze, an' no more canoe can com'.
Den I'm wait for de snow. Mebe so my man com' wit' de dog-team. Den
I'm hear 'bout de school de white woman build on de Yellow Knife.
Always I'm hear 'bout de white women, but I'm never seen none--only de
white men. My man, he mos' white.

"Den I'm say, mebe so my man lak' de white women more dan de Injun. He
not com' back dis winter, an' I'm go on de school and learn de ways of
de white women, an' in de spreeng when my man com' back he lak' me
good, an' nex' winter mebe he tak' me 'long to de land of de white
women. But, eet's a long trail to de Yellow Knife, an' I'm got no
money to buy de grub an' de outfit. I'm go once mor' to de pries' an'
I'm tell heem 'bout dat school. An' I'm say, mebe so I'm learn de ways
of de white women, my man tak' me 'long nex' tam'.

"De pries' he t'ink 'bout dat a long tam'. Den he go over to de Hudson
Bay Pos' an' talk to McTavish, de factor, an' by-m-by he com' back and
tak' me over to de pos' store an' give me de outfit so I'm com' to de
school on de Yellow Knife. Plent' grub an' warm blankets dey give me.
An' t'irty-two sleep I'm travel de snow-trail. Las' night I'm mak' my
camp in de scrub cross de reever. I'm go 'sleep, an' by-m-by I'm wake
up an' see you fire an' I'm com' 'long to fin' out who camp here."

As she listened, Chloe's hand stole from beneath the blankets and
closed softly about the fingers of the Louchoux girl. "And so you have
come to live with me?" she whispered softly.

The girl's face lighted up. "You let me com'?" she asked eagerly, "an'
you teach me de ways of de white women, so I ain't jus' be Injun girl?
So when my man com' back, he lak' me an' I got plent' to eat in de
winter?"

"Yes, dear," answered Chloe, "you shall come to live with me always."

Followed then a long silence which was broken at last by the Indian
girl.

"You don' say lak' de pries'," s