"By gosh, it's all good! Do you know, Mr.Grier, I came out here a wreck eight years ago.

I left Montreal then with a spot in my lungs, that would kill me, they said.

I've never seen Montreal since, but I've had a good time out in the woods, in the shanties in the winters; on the rivers in the summer.

I've only been as far East as this in eight years." "What do you do in the winter, then ?" "Shanties-shanties all the time.

In the summer this; in the Fall taking the men back to the shanties.