Jack Kelso was a blond, smooth faced, good-looking, merry-hearted Scot, about forty years old, of a rather slight build, some five feet, eight inches tall.

That is all that any one knew of him save that he spent most of his time hunting and fishing and seemed to have all the best things, which great men had said or written, on the tip of his tongue.

He was neatly dressed in a blue flannel coat and shirt, top boots and riding breeches.
"Welcome! and here's the best seat at the fireside," he said to Samson.
Then, as he filled his pipe, he quoted the lines from Cymbeline: "'Think us no churls nor measure our good minds By this rude place we live in.' "My wife and daughter are away for a visit and for two days I've had the cabin to myself.

Look, ye worshipers of fire, and see how fine it is now! The homely cabin is a place of beauty.

Everything has the color of the rose, coming and going in the flickering shadows.