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Nothing's so good as good food, except good reading." "Good reading!" exclaimed John Grier. "Good reading on the river!" "Well, it's worked all right, and I read a lot. I get books from Montreal, from the old library at the University." "At what University?" struck in the lumber-king. "Oh, Laval! I wouldn't go to McGill. I wanted to know French, so I went to Laval.
Hathaway, you almost startled me!" "Did I?" said the lumber-king, rather grimly, if he meant the query to be apologetic. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to; but Mrs. Gordon said I would find you here, and so I took the liberty of following you. I'm needing a little straightening out, you know, and ah would you mind letting me talk business with you for a minute or two, Mrs. Blount?"
Here in prison, this, too, Jacques saw this scene; and then the wedding in the spring, and the tour through the parishes for days together, lads and lasses journeying with them; and afterwards the new home with a bigger stoop than any other in the village, with some old gnarled crab-apple trees and lilac bushes, and four years of happiness, and a little child that died; and all the time Jacques rising in the esteem of Michelin the lumber-king, and sent on inspections, and to organise camps; for weeks, sometimes for months, away from the house behind the lilac bushes and then the end of it all, sudden and crushing and unredeemable.
If you wasn't on the inside of all the insides you wouldn't be sitting here pulling the strings for McVickar. The rate is a blanket; it covers all shipments." Blount nodded and his apparent coolness was no just measure of the inward fires the crooked lumber-king was kindling. "You interest me greatly, Mr. Hathaway. I am a little new to these things as you intimated a few moments ago.
He was only fourteen, but already he had visions and dreamed dreams. His father John Grier was the great lumber-king of Canada, and Junia was the child of a lawyer who had done little with his life, but had had great joy of his two daughters, who were dear to him beyond telling. Carnac was one of Nature's freaks or accidents.
Then he saw himself, his money all gone, but the luck still with him, at Mass on the Sunday before going to the backwoods lumber-camp for the winter, as boss of a hundred men. He had a way with him, and he had brains, had Jacques Grassette, and he could manage men, as Michelin the lumber-king himself had found in a great river-row and strike, when bloodshed seemed certain.
"What do you do with your wages?" asked the lumber-king. "I bought land. I've got a farm of four hundred acres twenty miles from here. I've got a man on it working it." "Does it pay?" "Of course. Do you suppose I'd keep a farm that didn't pay?" "Who runs it?" "A man that broke his leg on the river. One of Belloc's men. He knows all about farming.
"It wasn't cards the quarrel, not the real quarrel. Greevy found Clint kissing her. Greevy wanted her to marry Gatineau, the lumber-king. That was the quarrel." A snarl was on the face of Buckmaster. "Then she'll not be sorry when I git him. It took Clint from her as well as from me." He turned to the door again.
In the far Northwest lived another branch of Thyrsis' family, the head of which had become what the papers called a "lumber-king". One of this great man's radiant daughters was to be married, and the family made the selecting of her trousseau the occasion for a flying visit to the metropolis. So there were family reunions, and Thyrsis was invited to bring his wife and call.
This particular river, and this particular part of the river, were trying to the river-man and his clans. It needed a dam, and the great lumber-king was planning to make one not three hundred yards from where they were. The boy and the girl resting idly upon a great warm rock had their own business to consider. The boy kept looking at his boots with the brass-tipped toes. He hated them.
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