"At Fort Enterprise there is a white girl!" The simple sentence had the effect of the ringing of an alarm going inside the dreamy Ambrose.

He drew a careful mask over his face, and leaned farther into the shadow.
"So!" said Peter with a glance in the direction of his young partner.
"That is news! Who is she ?" "Colina Gaviller, the trader's daughter," said Poly.
"Is she real white ?" asked Peter cautiously.
"White as raspberry flowers!" asseverated Poly with extravagant gestures; "white as clouds in the summer! white as sugar! Her hair is lak golden-rod; her eyes blue lak the lake when the wind blows over it in the morning!" Peter glanced again at his partner, but Ambrose was farthest from the window, and there was nothing to be read in his face.
"Sure," said Peter; "but was her mother a white woman ?" "They say so," said Poly.

"Her long tam dead." "When did the girl come ?" asked Peter.
"Las' fall before the freeze-up," said Poly.

"She come down the Spirit River from the Crossing on a raf'.

Michel Trudeau and his wife, they bring her.