But whoever was right she well knew that not one of the well-to-do young fellows at St.Prime, with his Sunday coat of fine cloth and his fur collar, was the equal of Paradis in muddy boots and faded woollen jersey.
Replying to further questions he spoke of his journeys on the North Shore and to the head-waters of the rivers--of it all very naturally and with a shade of hesitation, scarcely knowing what to tell and what to leave out, for the people he was speaking to lived in much the same kind of country and their manner of life was little different.
"Up there the winters are harder yet than here, and still longer.

We have only dogs to draw our sleds, fine strong dogs, but bad-tempered and often half wild, and we feed them but once a day, in the evening, on frozen fish....

Yes, there are settlements, but almost no farming; the men live by trapping and fishing ...

No, I never had any difficulty with the Indians; I always got on very well with them.

I know nearly all those on the Mistassini and this river, for they used to come to our place before my father died.