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But if the white men would hand over all their
powder and shot they could take one sack
pemmican. It was their winter’s supply.

But ammunition was most necessary for the
white men to have, if only for protection. They
had already had occasion to notice that the
Indians as they came nearer the coast were
less friendly, more suspicious, then the.Crees
of the prairies. So they made no trade.

In the morning, while Jacques and his as-
sistants were putting the finishing touches to
the raft, Mary Mulligan stood on the bank
carefully counting over the little heap of pro-
visions at her feet. She was making her cal-
culations and shaking her head as she did it.

“Take your gun, Jimmie me boy,” she called
as her son came up the bank. ‘You and Arthur
go and have another try. You might have the
luck to come on something to eat, if it was only
a few squirrels. Sure, they’d make soup, and
there’s still an onion left for flavoring!”

“T’ll ask Jacques,” answered Jim. He had
been out with his gun most of the previous day
but had shot nothing but a few birds. Soon
after Mary saw the two boys go in among

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