“Tell us some more about her.”

Ambrose’s heart warmed gratefully toward his partner.  He thirsted for more like a desert traveler for water, but he dared not speak for fear of what he might betray.

“I will tell you ’ow she save Michel Trudeau’s life,” said Poly, nothing loath, “I am the first to come down the river this summer or you would hear it before.  Many times Michel is tell me this story.  Never I heard such a story before.  A woman to save a man!

“Wa!  Every Saturday night Michel tell it at the store.  And John Gaviller give him two dollars of tobacco, the best.  I guess Michel is glad the trader’s daughter save him.  Old man proud, lak he is save Michel himself!”

Poly Goussard, having smoked the cigar to within half an inch of his lips, regretfully threw the half inch out the door.  He paused, and coughed suggestively.  A second cigar being forthcoming, he took the time to light it with tenderest care.  Meanwhile, Ambrose kicked the bale on which he sat with an impatient heel.

“It was the Tuesday after Easter,” Poly finally began.  “It was when the men went out to visit their traps again after big time at the fort.  There was moch frash snow fall, and heavy going for the dogs.  Colina Gaviller she moch friends with Michel Trudeau for because he was bring her in on his raf las’ fall.

“Often she go with him lak she go with me.  Michel carry her up on his sledge, and she hunt aroun’ while he visit his traps.  Michel trap up on the bench three mile from the fort.  He not get much fur so near, but live home in a warm house, and work for day’s wages for John Gaviller.”

Poly paragraphed his story with luxurious puffs at the cigar and careful attention to keep it burning evenly.

“So on Tuesday after Easter they go out toget’er.  Colina Gaviller ride on the sledge and Michel he break trail ahead.  Come to the bench, leave the dogs in a shelter Michel build in a poplar bluff.  Michel go to see his traps, and Colina walk away on her snowshoes wit’ her little gun.

“Michel not ver’ good lok that day.  In his first trap find fool-hen catch herself.  He is mad.  Second trap is little cross-fox; third trap nothin’ ’tall!

“Come to fourth trap, wa! see somesing black on the snow!  Wa!  Wa!  Him heart jomp up!  Think him got black fox sure!  But no!  It is too big.  Come close and look.  What is he catch you think?  It is a black bear!

“Everybody know some tam a bear wake up too soon in winter and come out of his hole and roll aroun’ lak he was drunk.  He can’t find somesing to eat nowhere, and don’ know what to do!

“This bear him catch his paw in Michel’s little fox trap.  It was chain to a little tree.  Bear too weak to pull his paw out or break the chain.  He lie down lak dead.

“Michel him ver’ mad.  Him think got no lok at all after Easter.  For ‘cause that bear is poor as a bird out of the egg.  Michel mak’ a noise to wake him up.  But always he lie still lak dead.  Michel think all right.