I came down it one winter from the Wild-goose hills.

I'd put in the winter with a band of Stonies." "The Northern Stonies?
Did you find them easy to get on with ?" "They knew some interesting things," Clarke answered dryly.

"I went there to study." "Ah!" said the agent.

"What plain folk, for want of a better name, call the occult.

But it's fortunate that there's a barred door between white men and the Indian's mysticism." "It has been opened to a white man once or twice." "Oh, yes! He stepped through into the darkness and never came out again.