So far as that men tell me of the Kakisa nation, and tell of Watusk who rules them.
"Men say the Kakisa men are the best hunters of the north and honest as the sun in summer-time.

Men say Watusk is a wise chief and a good friend of the white men.

I have plenty cigars in my outfit." The chief swelled with gratification until his much-tried buttons threatened altogether to part company with his coat.
A good deal more of this airy exchange was necessitated before Watusk could be induced to talk business.

When he finally condescended to it, the story was as Simon had forecast: "When Ambrose Doane come here I say to my people: 'Trade with him.

He will be your father.