I secretly gave our wandering wood ranger, ex-galley slave of France, the neat sum of twenty-five pounds for this little shoe.

Poor fellow, he liked ill enough to part with it; but he said, very sensibly, that the twenty-five pounds would take him back to Canada, and once there, he could not only get many such shoes, but see the maid who made this one for him, or, rather, made it for herself.

As for me, the price was cheap.

You could not replace it in all the Exchange for any money.

Moreover, to show my canniness, I've won back its cost a score of times this very night." He laughingly extended his hand for the moccasin, which Wilson was examining closely.
"'Tis clever made," said the latter.