Mary Hartwell Catherwood,
Mackinac and Lake Stories
“ Every night of the fur-trading month there was a ball in Mackinac, given either by the [Pg 25] householders or their guests; and it often happened that a man spent in one month all he had earned by his year of tremendous and far-reaching toil. But he had society, and what was to him the cream of existence, while it lasted. He fitted himself out with new shirts and buckskins, sashes, caps, neips, and moccasins, and when he was not on duty showed himself like a hero, knife in sheath, a weather-browned and sinewy figure. ”
