All were welcome everywhere, and none more than Big Mack Cameron.

Brimming with good nature, and with a remarkable turn for stories, he was the center of every group of young people wherever he went; and at the "bees" for logging or for building or for cradling, Big Mack was held in honor, for he was second in feats of strength only to Macdonald Bhain himself.

It was with no common grief that people heard the word that they were bringing him home dead.
At the Sixteenth next morning, before the break of day, Ranald stood in the gloom waiting for the coming of the teams.

He had been up most of the night and he was weary in body and sore at heart, but Macdonald Bhain had trusted him, and there must be no mistake.

One by one the teams arrived.