R. M. Ballantyne,
Fort Desolation: Red Indians and Fur Traders of Rupert's Land
“ I’m a fur-trader, my boy. Have joined a small company, and up to this time have made a good thing of it. You know something of the fur trade, if I mistake not. Do come and join us; we want such a man as you at a new post we have established on the coast of Labrador. Shooting, fishing, hunting, ad libitum. Eating, drinking, sleeping, ad infinitum. What would you more? Come, like a good fellow, and be happy!“Ever thine, J. Murray.”“I’ll sell the farm,” said Jack Robinson, folding the letter. ”
