If old man Gaviller know I come to you it mak' trouble.

My fat'er he got trouble enough wit' Gaviller." Tole squatted on the beach.

There is an established ritual of politeness in the North, and he was punctilious.
"You are well ?" he asked gravely.

Ambrose set about making his fire.
"I am well," he said.
"Your partner, he is well ?" "Peter Minot is well." "You do good trade at Lake Miwasa ?" "Yes.

Marten is plentiful." "Good fur here, too.