Our great big glorious North doesn't know the word thief, except when it is applied to a Woonga.

If a white hunter came along here to-morrow, and found that hide stretched so low that the animals were getting at it, he would nail it higher for us.

An Indian, if he camped here, would build his fire so that the sparks wouldn't strike it.

Rod, up here, where we don't know civilization, we're honest!" "But down in the States," said Rod, "the Indians steal." The words slipped from him.

The next instant he would have given anything to have been able to recall them.