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Portrait of Hugh Pendexter Hugh Pendexter Gentlemen of the North — Chapter 4 (1920)

Almost any white woman would look fair to a man marooned on the lower Red for a year. I could have fallen madly in love with Miss Dearness if she had been less pronounced. A colourless type would have permitted my hungry imagination to add all sorts of attributes, and, being in love with love, a commonplace woman would have become exalted. But Miss Dearness was a woman a man must like or dislike.
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Portrait of Hugh Pendexter Hugh Pendexter Gentlemen of the North — Chapter 4 (1920)

Why, Miss Dearness, nothing but rum will bring in the skins. You know that. I can't imagine your father getting a hunt without using high wine. It's the one thing the Indian cannot resist."
"He has always used it and always will," she calmly admitted. "But I will not."
"Then you'll do no summer trading on the Red," I assured her.
"That doesn't follow," she murmured, half closing her eyes and watching me sleepily. "I'm only staying till my father returns."
"Does he know you're killing his trade in this way?"
"Not unless he has very strong medicine." Her teeth flashed in a smile.
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Portrait of Hugh Pendexter Hugh Pendexter Gentlemen of the North — Chapter 4 (1920)

I next took up the Crees' fear of the Chippewas and demanded to know on what it was based. He shook his head. I decided they believed our Indians had stolen the Voice from Rivière Qu'Appelle, but as he did not touch on the subject, and as I was not anxious to have it revived, I held my tongue. I did say, however:
"Tell the Crees they are welcome here. No Chippewa will bother them when they bring in their hunt."
Presenting him with two quarts of liquor for bringing the trade, and a keg for the Crees, I saw the rascal to his canoe and was glad to be rid of him.
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