I have given fish to hungry half-breeds in whose veins flows the blood of royalty.

I have eaten with Indian women whose lineage reaches back to names that were mighty before the first Astors and the first Vanderbilts were born.

The descendant of a king has hunted me caribou meat at two cents a pound.

In a smoke-blackened tepee, over beyond the Gray Loon waterway, there lives a girl with hair and eyes as black as a raven's wing who could go to Paris to-morrow and say: 'I am the descendant of a queen,' and prove it.

And so it is all over the Northland.
"I have hunted down many curious facts, and I have them here in my manuscript.