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If not for your own sake, at least come back for the sake of your young daughter." "A fair haven to you!" replied my father.

He offered me his hand, and we were out of sight of all that wearisome, drearisome, uncompanionable company with whom, for eight long weeks at least, we had been dragging our rough way.

I had known in a moment that it must be so, for my father never argued.

Argument, to his mind, was a very nice amusement for the weak.

My spirits rose as he swung his bear-skin bag upon his shoulder, and the last sound of the laboring caravan groaned in the distance, and the fresh air and the freedom of the mountains moved around us.