"But come, now, I want more news about your trip to Montreal.

What have you done ?" So now, till far towards dawn of the next day, we sat and talked.

I put before him full details of my doings across the border.

He sat silent, his eye betimes wandering, as though absorbed, again fixed on me, keen and glittering.
"So! So!" he mused at length, when I had finished, "England has started a land party for Oregon! Can they get across next fall, think you ?" "Hardly possible, sir," said I."They could not go so swiftly as the special fur packets.

Winter would catch them this side of the Rockies.
It will be a year before they can reach Oregon." "Time for a new president and a new policy," mused he.
"The grass is just beginning to sprout on the plains, Mr.Calhoun," I began eagerly.
"Yes," he nodded.