I s'pose it mus' be purty dull on dem beeg town; now'ere to go, not'in' to see 'cept lot of houses." "Yes," said Necia, "I've no doubt one would get tired of it soon, and long for something to do and something really worth while, but I should like to try it once, and I shall as soon as I'm rich enough.

Won't you come along ?" "I don' know," he said, thoughtfully; "mebbe so I stay here, mebbe so I tak' my canoe an' go away.

For long tam' I t'ink dis Flambeau she's de promis' lan' I hear callin' to me, but I don' know yet for w'ile." "What kind of place is that land of yours, Poleon ?" "Ha! I never see 'im, but she's been cryin' to me ever since I'm little boy.

It's a place w'ere I don' get too hot on de summer an' too col' on de winter; it's place w'ere birds sing an' flowers blossom an' de sun shine, an' w'ere I can sleep widout dreamin' 'bout it all de tam'." "Why, it's the land of content--you'll never discover it by travel.
I'll tell you a secret, Poleon.

I've found it--yes, I have.