"It isn't altogether a novelty.

I once spent three years in manual labor; and now when I look back at them, I believe I was happy then." She nodded as if she understood.
"Shall we walk back ?" she suggested.
They went on together, and though the sun was now fiercely hot and the distance long, George enjoyed the walk.

Once they met a ballast train, with a steam plow mounted at one end of it, and a crowd of men riding on the open cars; but when it had passed there was nothing to break the deep silence of the woods.

The dark firs shut in the narrow track except when here and there a winding lake or frothing river filled a sunny opening.
Soon after George and his companion reached the train, the engine came back with a row of freightcars, and during the afternoon the western express pulled out again, and sped furiously through the shadowy bush..