"And you will take me there? But I want to go home."
"A-ha-ha, go home dat way, bimeby," and she pointed westward. "Beeg ribber, Wu-las-tukw."
"I never heard of that river. Where is it?"
"Way off dere. Wat you call'm?"
"The St. John?"
"A-ha-ha. Injun call'm 'Wu-las-tukw,' beeg ribber."
"And you will take me there?"
"Bimeby, mebbe. Sam know."
They were seated near the fire during this conversation, and the Indian woman was busy with a deer-skin garment. It was a warm looking jacket, and she was sewing on an extra string of bright-coloured beads. When this had been accomplished to her satisfaction, she held it forth for Jean's inspection.
"Good coat," she said. "Try'm on, eh?"