You are hongree ?" "I've had supper," replied Philip.

"I've just come from Lac Bain.
But what's up, old man-- ?" He pointed to Pierrot's hand, and looked questionably about the cabin again.
"Eh--Iowla--my wife--she is at Churchill, over on the bay," groaned Jacques.

"And so are the children.

What! You did not hear at Lac Bain?
Iowla is taken seek--ver' seek--with a strange thing which--ugh!--has to be fixed with a knife, Mee-sair Philip.

An' so I take her to the doctor over at Churchill, an' he fix her--an' she is growing well now, an' will soon come home.