Why do you do it ?" Weston laughed in a rather curious fashion.
"Oh," he said, "don't you know?
Did you never feel, even in winter in Montreal, when you had skating-rinks, toboggan-slides, snow-shoe meets, and sleigh-rides to keep you amused, that it was all growing tiresome and very stale?
Haven't you felt that you wanted something--something you hadn't got and couldn't define--though you might recognize it when you found it ?" Once more Ida's eyebrows straightened.

He was going rather deeper than she had supposed him capable, though she was not altogether unacquainted with the restlessness he had described.

Weston glanced at her face, and nodded.
"Well," he said, "that's very much what happens to the rancher and the track-grader every now and then; and when it does he goes up into the bush--prospecting.

Still, I think you were wrong when you said that we seldom bring back anything.

Did you bring nothing down with you from the quiet and the glimmering moonlight up yonder above the timber line ?" His companion looked up across the climbing forest to the desolation of rock and snow through which she had wandered with him a little while ago.