A small house and a large garden a block away from my place were now rented by him.

Also he caught fish, snared rabbits, gathered the wild fruits in their seasons, and was janitor of the Methodist church; all this in addition to looking after my own home.

It was not surprising that he had money in the bank.

He worked unceasingly.

The earliest risers in Little Arcady found him already busied, and those abroad latest at night would see or hear him about the little unpainted house in the big garden.
I suspect he had come out into the strange world of the North with large, loose notions that the fortune he needed might be speedily amassed.