His head of curly black hair was famous; some one had called him the "Newfoundland dog." "I promise my wife I sleep wit' her folks to-night," he said.

"It is ten miles yet.

I jus' come ashore for a little talk." "Fine!" said Peter, "we're spoiling for news.

Come on up to the store and have a cigar." Seven hundred miles from the railway a cigar is something of a phenomenon.

Poly Goussard displayed twenty dazzling teeth and made haste to follow.