a northern wind blows like the howling of his name bringing forth insults adding more to his shame he trusts not anyone and no one offers him their hand making his living off the sweat of other peoples land he is the cruel banker even his brother likes him not after taking the land of Buffalo Bob they put him on the spot the Indian Princess Summerfall attending the tribal dance caught the miserly Phinius with his hands down a young mans pants she reported him to the council then to the association of federal banks now he stands on the corner selling sour ***** and franks