A wild country.

A country less known than it was sixty years ago, when there was a gold rush up over the old telegraph trail.

Tavish has told me a lot about it.

A queer man--this Tavish.

We hit his cabin on our way to God's Lake." "Did he ever tell you," said David, with an odd quiver in his throat--"Did he ever tell you of a stream, a tributary stream, called Firepan Creek ?" "Firepan Creek--Firepan Creek," mumbled the Little Missioner.