Then, with vast importance and some show of deliberate dignity, David
opened a chest. From its depths he drew forth a pelt. Dr. Grenfell
watched with interest while David shook it to make the fur stand out
to best advantage, and then held up to his admiring gaze the skin of a
beautiful silver fox! The lads had caught it in one of the dozen traps
he had given them.
"We keeps un for you," announced David exultantly.
"It's a prime one, too!" exclaimed the Doctor, duly impressed, as he
examined it.
"She _be_ that," emphasized David proudly. "No finer were caught on
the coast the winter."
"It was a good winter's work," said the Doctor.
"'Twere _that_ now! 'Twere a _wonder_ful good winter's work--just
t'cotch that un!" enthused Mrs. Long.
"What are you going to do with it?" asked Doctor Grenfell.
"We keeps un for you," said David. "The time was th' winter when we
has ne'er a bit o' grub but what we hunts, all of our flour and
molasses gone. But we don't take _he_ to the trade, _what_ever. We
keeps _he_ for you."
Out on a coast island Captain William Bartlett, of Brigus,
Newfoundland, kept a fishing station and a supply store.
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