Emily F. Murphy, Seeds of Pine
“ The Cree story is the better one. It has a fine human motive which the other lacks, and also it drops, a much-needed tribute on the worn altar of domesticity. When a fire is lighted with birch bark and tamarack knots, we sit beside it and are more merry than you could believe. The sweetheart of Jacques dances for us to the well-cadenced rhythm of a Tea Song. I cannot spell her Indian name, but it means "Fat of the Flowers," by which term they express our word "nectar." The cree is a droll language. ”
