I wish that some time you would send me by a wagon coming east antlers of elk for the hall at Roselands." "Why, certainly!" quoth Gaudylock.

"And so you are going to settle down like every other country gentleman,--safe and snug, winter and summer, fenced in by tobacco and looking after negroes?
I'll send you the skin of a grizzly, too." "Thank you," replied Rand; then presently, "I dreamed last night--when at last I got to sleep--of my father.

Do you remember how he used to stride along with his black hair and his open shirt and his big stick in his hand?
I used to think that stick a part of him--just his arm made long and heavy.

I tried once to burn it when he was asleep.

Ugh!" "I dreamed," said Gaudylock imperturbably, "of a Shawnee girl who once wanted me to stay in her father's lodge.