And the
Chippewyan takes up the story of life where the Cree left off.
Nearer the Arctic his canoe becomes a skin kaiak, his face is
still broader, Ms eyes like a Chinaman's, and writers of human
history call him Eskimo.
The Johnsons, once they started, did not stop at any particular
point. There was probably only one Johnson in the beginning of
that hundred year story which was to have its finality in Bram.
But there were more in time. The Johnson blood mixed itself first
with the Chippewa, and then with the Cree--and the Cree-Chippewa
Johnson blood, when at last it reached the Eskimo, had in it also
a strain of Chippewyan. It is curious how the name itself lived.
Johnson! One entered a tepee or a cabin expecting to find there a
white man, and was startled when he discovered the truth.
Bram, after nearly a century of this intermixing of bloods, was a
throwback--a white man, so far as his skin and his hair and his
eyes went. In other physical ways he held to the type of his half-
strain Eskimo mother, except in size.
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