"Would you look as well upon a black fox?" asked Oo-koo-hoo in
surprise, as it is an unwritten law of the country that missionaries
are not to carry on trade with the Indians.

"Yes. Have you one?" questioned the priest.

"I have never seen a finer," replied the hunter.

"But do either of the traders know you have it?" asked the priest.

"No," answered Oo-koo-hoo, with a shake of his head.

Later, when the priest saw the skin, he was delighted with it, and a
bargain was soon made. Oo-koo-hoo was to get one hundred "skins" for
the black fox, and he was told to call next day. But after returning
to camp, he grew impatient and went back to the priest to demand his
pay. The priest said he would give him a tent and a rifle worth more
than fifty skins and that he would say ten masses for him and his
family, which would be a very generous equivalent for the other fifty
skins. But Oo-koo-hoo, suddenly flaring up, began to storm at the
priest, and demanded the black fox back. But the priest sternly
motioned for silence with upraised hand, and whispered: "This is God's
House. There must be no noise or anger here." And without another
word he withdrew to get the rifle and the tent. When he returned with
an old tent and a second-hand rifle, Oo-koo-hoo would not deign to
touch them. Without more ado, he turned on his heel and walked away.

On reaching camp, the old hunter learned from the children that the
women had gone to pay a visit to the nuns; so he followed them, and,