If it's a _Quade_ grave you're looking for, Aldous, it will be unmarked." "I am quite sure that it is marked--or _was_ at one time," said Aldous.
"It's the grave of a man who had quite an unusual name, Peter, and you might remember it--Mortimer FitzHugh." "FitzHugh--FitzHugh," repeated Keller, puffing out fresh volumes of smoke.
"Mortimer FitzHugh----" "He died, I believe, before there was a Tete Jaune, or at least before the steel reached there," added Aldous.

"He was on a hunting trip, and I have reason to think that his death was a violent one." Keller rose and fell into his old habit of pacing back and forth across the room, a habit that had worn a path in the bare pine boards of the floor.
"There's graves an' graves up there, but not so many that were there before Tete Jaune came," he began, between puffs.

"Up on the side of White Knob Mountain there's the grave of a man who was torn to bits by a grizzly.

But his name was Humphrey.

Old Yellowhead John--Tete Jaune, they called him--died years before that, and no one knows where his grave is.