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Curwood, James Oliver, 1879-1927

"The Honor of the Big Snows"

Men dragged themselves into the posts, wifeless
and childless, leaving deep in the wilderness all that they had known
to love and give them comfort. Now and then came a woman, and around
the black scars of burned cabins and teepees dogs howled mournfully
for masters that were gone.
The plague had taken a thousand souls, and yet the laughing, dancing
millions in that other big world beyond the edge of the wilderness
caught only a passing rumor of what had happened.
Lac Bain suffered least of the far northern posts, with the exception
of Churchill, where the icy winds down-pouring from the Arctic had
sent the Red Terror shivering to the westward. In the late snows, word
came that Cummins was to take Williams' place as factor, and Per-ee at
once set off for the Fond du Lac to bring back Jean de Gravois as
"chief man." Croisset gave up his fox-hunting to fill Mukee's place.
The changes brought new happiness to Melisse. Croisset's wife was a
good woman who had spent her girlhood in Montreal, and Iowaka, now the
mother of a fire-eating little Jean and a handsome daughter, was a
soft-voiced young Venus who had grown sweeter and prettier with her
years--which is not usually the case with half-breed women.
"But it's good blood in her, beautiful blood," vaunted Jean proudly,
whenever the opportunity came.


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