I am sure, too, that if there is anything in me you love, it is my character.
Therefore, if I were to change it I should lose your love and his respect also.

Is that not true ?" This was part of the letter which Jack had written.
"My boy, it is a good letter and they will have to like you the better for it," said John Irons.
Old Solomon Binkus was often at the Irons home those days.

He had gone back in the bush, since the war ended, and, that winter, his traps were on many streams and ponds between Albany and Lake Champlain.

He came down over the hills for a night with his friends when he reached the southern end of his beat.

It was probably because the boy had loved the tales of the trapper and the trapper had found in the boy something which his life had missed, that an affection began to grow up between them.