It iss an epoch, my friend! It iss fate that iss in it." "So, then, it is a great country ?" I asked.
"It iss so great, these traders do not wish it known.

They wish only that it may be savage; also that their posts and their harems may be undisturbed.

That iss what they wish.

These Scots go wild again, in the wilderness.

They trade and they travel, but it iss not homes they build.
Sir George Simpson wants steel traps and not ploughs west of the Rockies.