He packed up what remained of his outfit, and Tole stowed it in the dugout.
The Grampierre house was a mile and a half above the Company's establishment on the other side of the river.

The two young men had, therefore, a three-mile paddle against the current.
Landing, Ambrose saw before him a low, wide-spreading house built of squared logs and whitewashed.

Ample barns and outhouses spread around a rough square.

The whole picture brought to mind a manor-house of earlier and simpler times.
The patriarch himself waited at the door.

He was a fine figure of manhood--lean, straight, rugged as a jack-pine.