"Every trapper's son of them took out big supplies this fall and we're stripped.

Beans, flour, sugar'n'prunes--and caribou until I feel like turning inside out every time I smell it.

I'd give a month's commission for a pound of pork.

Look here! If this letter ain't 'quality' you can cut me into jiggers.

Bet the Mrs.Colonel wrote it for her hubby." From an inside pocket Breed drew forth a square white envelope with a broken seal of red wax, and from it extracted a folded sheet of cream-tinted paper.