Part 9 (2/2)
Except at the time of the holiday trading, winter visitors are few at the isolated post, and the two were heartily welcomed by the agents of the rival trading companies, and by the two priests of the little Roman Catholic Mission.
Connie learned from the representatives of both companies that from all indications fur would be plentiful that year, but both expressed doubt that Fort Norman would get its share of the trading.
”It's this way,” explained McTavish, a huge, bearded Scot, as they sat about the fur trader's roaring stove upon the evening of their arrival.
”The mountain Indians--the moose eaters, from the westward--are trading on the Yukon. They claim they get better prices over there an' maybe they do. The Yukon traders get the goods into the country cheaper, an'
they could sell them cheaper, an' I ain't blamin' the Indians for tradin' where they can do best. But, now comes reports of a free trader that has trailed up the Coppermine from the coast to trade amongst the caribou eaters to the eastward. If that's so--an' he gets 'em to trade with him--G.o.d help those Indians along towards spring.”
The man relapsed into silence and Connie grinned to himself. ”They've had it all their way up here for so long it makes them mad if anybody else comes in for a share of their profits,” thought the boy. Aloud, he asked innocently:
”What's the matter with the free traders?”
McTavish frowned, and Berl Hansen, the Dane who managed the affairs of the Northern Trading Company's post, laughed harshly.
”Go down along the railroads, boy,” he said, ”if you want to see the handiwork of the free traders, an' look at the Indians that has dealt with 'em. You can see 'em hanging around them railroad towns, that was once posts where they handled good clean furs. Them Injuns an' their fathers before 'em was good trappers--an' look at 'em now!”
”Yes,” interrupted Connie, ”but they are the victims of the bootleggers and the whiskey runners! How about the free trader that won't handle liquor?”
”There ain't no such a free trader!” exclaimed Hansen, angrily. ”They're a pack of lying, thievin'----”
”There, there, Berl, lad!” rumbled McTavish, checking the irate Dane, who had fairly launched upon his favourite theme. ”Ye're right, in the main--but the lad's question was a fair one an' deserves a fair answer.
I'm an older man, an' I've be'n thirty years in the service of the Company. Let me talk a bit, for there are a few traders that for aught I know are honest men an' no rum peddlers. But, there's reasons why they don't last long.” The old Scotchman paused, whittled deliberately at his plug tobacco, and filled his pipe. ”It's this way,” he began. ”We'll suppose this trader over on the Coppermine is a legitimate trader. We will handle his case fairly, an' to do that we must consider first the Hudson's Bay Company. For two hundred an' fifty years we have been traders of the North--we know the needs of the North--an' we supply them. The Indian's interests are our interests, and we trade nothing but the best goods. For two centuries an' a half we have studied the North and we have dealt fairly. And may I say here,” with a glance toward Hansen, ”that there are several other companies with sound financial backing and established posts that have profited by our experience and also supply only the best of goods, and deal fairly. With them we have no quarrel--honest compet.i.tion, of course, we have--but no quarrel.
Comes now the free trader. He is a man of small capital. His goods are cheap, they are of inferior quality. He cannot give 'debt,' as the credit of the North is called. He cannot carry a large number of Indians for six months or a year as we do. If he attempts it, his creditors press him and he goes to the wall--or the Indians find out before time for payment comes that the goods are inferior, and they repudiate their debt. It is bad all around--bad for the Indians, bad for the free traders, and bad for us----”
”I should think it would be good for you,” interrupted Connie.
The factor shook his head: ”I told you the Indians' interests are our interests. I will show you. Take it at this very post. We will suppose that the beaver are becoming scarce around here; what do we do? We say to the Indians, 'Do not kill any beaver this year and next year.' And they obey us--why? Because we will not buy any beaver here during that time. They will not kill what they cannot sell. Then, when the beavers have become numerous again, we resume trade in them. Were it not for this policy, many fur-bearing animals that once were numerous would now be extinct.
”But--suppose there are free traders in the country--we will pay nothing for beavers, so they begin to buy them cheap--they can name their own price, and the Indians will keep on killing them. The Indian says: 'It is better that I should sell this beaver now at six skins than that my neighbour should sell him in two years at twelve skins.' Then, soon, there are no more beavers left in that part of the country. Another thing, in the fur posts our word is law. We tell the Indians when they can begin to take fur, and when they must stop. The result is we handle only clean, prime pelts with the flesh side white as paper. With the free trader a pelt is a pelt, prime or unprime, it makes no difference.
So the killing goes merrily on where the free traders are--and soon all the fur-bearing animals are exterminated from that section. What does the free trader care? He loads his fly-by-night outfit into canoes or a York boat, and pa.s.ses on to lay waste another section, leaving the poor Indians to face the rigours of the coming winter with ruined credit, cheap, inadequate clothing, cheap food, and worthless trinkets, and their hunting grounds barren of game.”
”But,” objected Connie, ”suppose a free trader dealt in goods as good as yours----”
McTavish laughed. ”I have yet to see that trader in thirty years'
experience. Admit that his goods did measure up to our standard. What would he have to charge for them? We buy in vast quant.i.ties--in some cases we take the entire output of factories, and we have an established system of transportation to get it into the wilds. No free trader can compete with us--cost plus freight would ruin him, especially as he must allow the Indians a debt.”
”How much debt do they get?”
”That depends upon several things. First of all upon the Indian--his reputation for honesty, and his reputation as a hunter. It also depends upon the size of his family, the distance of his hunting ground from the post, and his general prospects for the season. It varies from one hundred to five or six hundred, and in exceptional cases even to a thousand skins.”
”What do you mean by a skin?”
”A skin,” explained McTavish, ”is our unit of trade. Instead of saying a certain thing is worth so many dollars, we say it is worth so many 'skins' or 'made beaver.'. At this post the value of the made beaver is a half-dollar.” The factor opened a drawer and drew forth a handful of bra.s.s tokens which he handed to Connie for inspection. ”These are skins, or made beaver. We offer an Indian so many skins for his pack of furs.
He has little idea of what we mean when we tell him he has five hundred skins' worth of fur, so we count out five hundred of these made beaver--he can see them, can feel them--the value of his catch is immediately reduced to something concrete--something he can understand--then we take away the amount of his debt, and if there are still some made beaver remaining, he knows he has something left over to spend for finery and frippery. Rarely does he use these extra skins for the purchase of food or necessary clothing--he contracts a new debt for that. But, wait till spring when the Indians come in, and you will witness the trading for yourself. It is then you will see why it is that the free trader has small chance of doing business at a profit north of sixty.”
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