"I should have sought your bright eyes could see all what sere is to see in two days." "You'll think me a greater fool when you know where I am going." "I hope" (Turrif spoke with a shade of greater gravity on his placid face)--"I hope sat you are going to some city where sere is money to be made, and where sere is ladies and other genteel-men like you." "I knew you would think me mad.

I'm going to Bates's clearing to cut down his trees." "Why ?" The word came with a certain authority.
"You would almost be justified in writing to the authorities to lock me up in an asylum, wouldn't you?
But just consider what an awful condition of loneliness that poor wretch must be in by this time.

You think I've been more alone than's good for me; think of him, shut up with an old woman in her dotage.

He was awfully cut up about this affair of old Cameron and the girl, and he is losing all his winter's lumbering for want of a man.

Now, there's a fix, if you will, where I say a man is to be pitied." "Yes," said Turrif, gravely, "it is sad; but sat is _hees_ trouble." "Look here: he's not thirty miles away, and you and I know that if he isn't fit to cut his throat by this time it isn't for want of trouble to make him, and you say that that state of things ought to be only his own affair ?" "Eh ?" "Well, I say that you and I, or at least I, have something to do with it.