I remember how deeply affected I was on finding that instead of taking a cabin passage, he had resolved not to pay the price, but to go down the river as a deck passenger.

I was indignant that one of so fine a nature should be compelled to travel thus.

But there was comfort in saying: "Well, father, it will not be long before mother and you shall ride in your carriage." My father was usually shy, reserved, and keenly sensitive, very saving of praise (a Scotch trait) lest his sons might be too greatly uplifted; but when touched he lost his self-control.

He was so upon this occasion, and grasped my hand with a look which I often see and can never forget.

He murmured slowly: "Andra, I am proud of you." The voice trembled and he seemed ashamed of himself for saying so much.