"It has made me nervous--what I saw there in the light of the campfire, M'sieu.

Bram, and his wolves, and THAT!" He nodded at the shimmering strands.
"You have never seen hair the color of this, Pierre ?" "Non.

In all my life--not once." "And yet you have seen white women at Fort Churchill, at York Factory, at Lac la Biche, at Cumberland House, and Norway House, and at Fort Albany ?" "Ah-h-h, and at many other places, M'sieu.

At God's Lake, at Lac Seul, and over on the Mackenzie--and never have I seen hair on a woman like that." "And Bram has never been out of the northland, never farther south than Fort Chippewyan that we know of," said Philip.

"It makes one shiver, eh, Pierre?
It makes one think of--WHAT?
Can't you answer?
Isn't it in your mind ?" French and Cree were mixed half and half in Pierre's blood.