While in charge of his caravan he was an absolute teetotaler, making up, however, for this abstinence at the end of the trip by a spree whose duration was limited only by the extent of his credit.
It was to Mr.Macmillan's care that Mrs.French had committed Kalman with many and anxious injunctions, and it is Macmillan's due to say that every moment of that four weeks' journey was one of undiluted delight to the boy, although it is to be feared that not the least enjoyable moments in that eventful journey were those when he stood lost in admiration while his host, with the free use of his sulphurously psychological lever, pried his team out of the frequent sleughs that harassed the trail.

And before Macmillan had delivered up his charge, his pork and hard tack, aided by the ardent suns and sweeping winds of the prairie, had done their work, so that it was a brown and thoroughly hardy looking lad that was handed over to Jimmy Green at the Crossing.
"Here is Jack French's boy," said Macmillan.

"And it's him that's got the ear for music.

In another trip he'll dust them horses out of a hole with any of us.

Swear! Well, I should smile! By the powers! he makes me feel queer." "Swear," echoed a thick voice from behind the speaker, "who's swearing ?" "Hello! Jack," said Macmillan quietly.