But do not fear, David, and do not plead to go back to the hills.

Remember this, my boy,--in your violin lie all the things you long for.

You have only to play, and the broad skies of your mountain home will be over you, and the dear friends and comrades of your mountain forests will be about you.
DADDY.
"Gorry! that's worse than the other," groaned Higgins, when he had finished the note.

"There's actually nothing in it! Wouldn't you think--if a man wrote anything at such a time--that he'd 'a' wrote something that had some sense to it--something that one could get hold of, and find out who the boy is ?" There was no answering this.

The assembled men could only grunt and nod in agreement, which, after all, was no real help..