35-xx-xx ep08John Mc Loughlin

Frontier Fighters! There fighters! Dramatic chapters in the heroic lives of the buckskin trailblazers who won the American West.

One of these was Dr. John McLachlan, the warm-hearted and courageous chief factor or governor of the Hudson's Bay Company, who, though a Canadian employed by a British trading company operating on British control territory, did more to encourage the American emigration movement into the Oregon country than any other single individual.

1840, Fort Vancouver, capital of the Pacific Northwest, on the Columbia River north of the mouth of the Willamette. John, dear, for a penny-pinchin' Scotsman, you're a poor man. What? I can't be poor, darling, on my salary of $12,000 a year.

But you are. John, I've just finished your private account, and you've only $200 to your name. This month will soon be over and I'll then be worth $1,200. If you keep on giving those Yankee immigrants credit on money, real money, you and I will die in the Montreal poorhouse.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, dear. Hey, you can't have my doctor. Hey, John, I can too, you're a businessman, an employee of Hudson's Bay. It doesn't mind if you treat sick Americans, but it do mind if you sell them forbidden goods on credit too.

It too. My dear, as chief Fakker of Hudson's Bay, I'm practically absolute ruler of 443,000 square miles of territory. You're mine. I didn't see the connection. But I do. If you didn't have put away that ledger, I'll invoke the power of my official capacity in Punisher.

Punish me? How? By giving that $200 to the first American who comes through yandor. Oh, John, you wouldn't. Oh, wouldn't I? Hey, come in. Why, Reverend Jason Lee, good evening. Good evening, Mrs. McLaughlin. Good evening, Doctor.