An unusual tenderness had stolen into his lean, Indian-like face.
"That was a long while after that ride in the Sierras.

Let me see, it was more than twenty years ago,--I can't just place the year; no difference.

I'd gone up into the Adirondacks to see my folks.

I told you about our farm once, Allen,--not far from John Brown's old place.

It isn't as lonesome up there now as it was when I was a boy; there were bully places to hide up there; I used to think of that when I was reading Scott and Cooper.