He took out his pipe and tobacco bag, but was reminded of something lacking—the bag was empty. He returned to his wigwam, and from their safe hanger or swinging shelf overhead, he took the row of stretched skins, ten muskrats and one mink, and set out along a path which led southward through the woods to the broad, open place called Strickland's Plain, across that, and over the next rock ridge to the little town and port of Myanos.
SILAS PECK
Trading Store
was the sign over the door he entered. Men and women were buying and selling, but the Indian stood aside shyly until all were served, and Master Peck cried out:
“Ho, Quonab! what have ye got for trade to-day?”
Quonab produced his furs. The dealer looked at them narrowly and said:
“They are too late in the season for primes; I cannot allow you more than seven cents each for the rats and seventy-five cents for the mink, all trade.”
The Indian gathered up the bundle with an air of “that settles it,” when Silas called out:
“Come now, I'll make it ten cents for the rats.”
“Ten cents for rats, one dollar for mink, all cash, then I buy what I like,” was the reply.
It was very necessary to Silas's peace that no customer of his should cross the street to the sign,