As a matter of fact, they are rather common in the Dominion, men who have had very little bestowed on them beyond the inestimable faculty of getting what they want at the cost of grim self-denial and tireless labor.

Still, as it was in Stirling's case, some of them retain a whimsical toleration for those of weaker fiber.
"It's a bush camp ?" Weston asked.
Stirling smiled good-humoredly.
"They call it that," he said.

"It cost me quite a few dollars.

You'll see when you get there." Weston was somewhat relieved when they safely accomplished the first stage of the journey, and, turning the team over to a man by the waterside, paddled off to a big, half-decked boat beautifully built and fitted in Toronto.

Stirling, who admitted that he knew nothing about such matters, sat down aft and lighted a cigar, while Weston proceeded to get the tall gall mainsail and big single headsail up.