We got get white man who knows all outside ways.

He bring an outfit in and trade wit' us.' The people don't want to wait.
'We starve!' they say.
"My fat'er say: '_Non_! Gaviller not let you starve.

For why, because you not bring him any fur if you dead.

He will keep you goin' poor.
Be patient,' my fat'er say.

'This is rich country.