"Wall, short, fer a start," and Silas Sylvanne chuckled.
So Rolf gave a very brief account of his early life.
"Pretty good," said the miller; "now let's hear it long." And when he had finished, the miller said: "I've seen yer tried fer most everything that goes to make a man, Rolf, an' I hev my own notion of the results.

You ain't goin' to live ferever in them hills.

When ye've hed yer fling an' want a change, let me know." Early next day the two hunters paddled up the Moose River with a good canoe, an outfit of groceries, and a small supply of ready cash.
"Good-bye, lad, good-bye! Come back again and ye'll find we improve on acquaintance; an' don't forget I'm buying fur," was Si Sylvanne's last word.

And as they rounded the point, on the home way, Rolf turned in the canoe, faced Quonab, and said: "Ye see there are some good white men left;" but the Indian neither blinked, nor moved, nor made a sound..