Chapter 16 Fresh Eggs In A Greazzy Skillet DAY 12 JUNE 13TH
Coffee is steaming on the box stove. Will is laying down, curled up on a makeshift sofa. It wasn’t much of a bed however. It consisted of ten big burlap bags that had been pieced together and stuffed with straw. Ole used it mostly for sitting on to rest in the evening hours. A Hudson Bay blanket covers Will as he sleeps. It was a standard blanket with the Hudson Bay Company colors, commonly known as the Chief’s Blanket. It was weaved from heavy wool and was in big demand by natives and fur traders throughout the western part of North America, because of it’s warmth and durability. The upper and lower portion of the blanket comprised of four bold stripes; green, red, yellow and black dyed wool spaced equal distance the entire width of the blanket, with a band of white wool between each stripe. The center half of the blanket was made of white wool. The rise and fall of Will’s snoring is interrupted by a loud mournful creak. The cabin door opens. Ole enters with his rifle in one hand and carrying a beaver by the tail, in his other hand. He has a trap line that he checks on for animals or varmints every other morning. The selling of furs brings him a good income. There is high demand in eastern Canada and in Europe for furs. A single beaver can fetch anywhere from seven to nine dollars in California, and a weasel as much as dollar each.
“Good morning to you. You will sleep all day, or go back to find your lost cow? Mooz you say, ya?”
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