"See, he has spoiled the fisher, and he has cleaned out my baits and knocked down the trap-houses.

Par les mille cornes du diable, but I will kill him! I have sworn to cut him into bits with a knife when I catch him--and catch him I will, to-morrow.

See to it there--the skins--when you have got me something to eat.

Mend the fisher where he is torn in two, and cover the seam well with fat so that the agent over at the post will not discover it is bad.

Tonnerre de Dieu!--that brat! Why do you always keep his squalling until I come in?
Answer me, Bete!" Such was his greeting.