There are exceptions, of course, as you have seen in the Woongas, who are an outlaw race.

But we are honest, and Mukoki there, if he were dying of cold, wouldn't steal a skin to save himself.

An ordinary Indian might take it, if he were dying for want of it, but not unless he had a gun to leave in its place!" "I didn't mean to say what I did," said Rod.

"Oh, I wish I were one of you! I love this big wilderness, and everything in it, and it's glorious to hear you say what you do!" "You are one of us," cried Wabi, gripping his hand.
That evening, after they had finished their supper and the three were gathered about the fire, Wabigoon said: "Muky could tell you one reason why the Indians of the North are honest if he wanted to, Rod.

But he won't, so I will.