Within the fortnight I was getting cigars made for me--on a yet larger pattern.

They still grew and grew in size.
Within the month my cigar had grown to such proportions that I could have used it as a crutch.

It now seemed to me that a one-cigar limit was no real protection to a person, so I knocked my pledge on the head and resumed my liberty.
To go back to that young Canadian.

He was a "remittance man," the first one I had ever seen or heard of.

Passengers explained the term to me.
They said that dissipated ne'er-do-wells belonging to important families in England and Canada were not cast off by their people while there was any hope of reforming them, but when that last hope perished at last, the ne'er-do-well was sent abroad to get him out of the way.