And he has good reason.

A good many years ago, just about when you and I were born, Mukoki had a wife and child.

My mother and others at the Post say that he was especially gone over the kid.

He wouldn't hunt like other Indians, but would spend whole days at his shack playing with it and teaching it to do things; and when he did go hunting he would often tote it on his back, even when it wasn't much more than a squalling papoose.

He was the happiest Indian at the Post, and one of the poorest.