Time and again
his swift appraisal of a skin won a nod of approval from the factor,
who received the skins from his hands and paid for them in tokens of
made beaver.
"I do not understand it," said Murchison, between puffs of his pipe, as
at the end of a day he and Hedin sat in the doorway of the trading room
and watched the yellow flames from a hundred campfires stab the black
darkness of the night, and send wavering shadows playing in grotesque
patterns upon the walls of the tepees. The harsh din of the encampment
all but drowned the factor's words, and Hedin smiled.
"Do not understand what?" he asked.
"'Tis yourself I do not understand. Ye've never handled raw fur, yet
in the handling of thirty packs I have not changed the rating of a
skin. By your own word, 'tis your first venture into the North, yet
since the day of your coming ye have behaved like a man of the North.
The Indians distrust a new-comer. They are slow to place confidence in
any white man. An' yet, they have accepted your judgment of fur
without question. An' a good half of them ye call by name. 'Tis a
combination unheard of, an' to be believed only when one sees it."
"And yet it is very simple," explained Hedin. "For years I have
studied fur--finished fur--and in the study I have read everything I
could find about fur, from the habits of the animals up through their
trapping, and the handling of the skins in every step of their
preparation.
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