After it was over I hurried to camp and told my father all that had passed.

At his request I brought the young trapper who had been so kind to me over to our camp, and there he had a long talk with father, telling him of his adventures by land and sea in all parts of the world.
He said that he looked forward with great interest to his arrival in Weston, as he expected to meet an uncle, Elijah Cody.

He had seen none of his people for many years.
"If Elijah Cody is your uncle, I am too," said my father.

"You must be the long-lost Horace Billings." Father had guessed right.

Horace had wandered long ago from the Ohio home and none of his family knew of his whereabouts.