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So, one by one, the principles of camping were taught by the kindly old rancher; but the hints which the girl gave were quite as valuable, for Wayland was eager to show her that he could be, and intended to be, a forester of the first class or perish in the attempt. McFarlane went farther and talked freely of the forest and what it meant to the government.
"This is where young McFarlane must have come out to get his hat after the crime was done," said he. "Now, look at this." With dramatic suddenness he struck a match and by its light exposed a stain of blood upon the whitewashed wall. As he held the match nearer I saw that it was more than a stain. It was the well-marked print of a thumb. "Look at that with your magnifying glass, Mr. Holmes."
The truth is, her mother's mother was pretty near to a full-blooded Ojibway not the kind you've seen plaitin' baskets for summer boarders, but a clean, straight-backed red woman, an' she claimed descent from one o' their big chiefs. I'm English stock myself, but the wild breed mixes slow: it's in her blood, Mr. McFarlane, and sometimes it worrits me.
There was no reply from her companions. They were engrossed with the object of their straining scrutiny. Presently the woman went on again. "This is where my work quits," she said. Then she withdrew her gaze and looked up at the dim outline of the big man nearest her. There was just a shade of eagerness in her manner now. "That's Lightfoot's camp, Mr. McFarlane," she assured.
The first mails had taken the news to the outside world, and by midwinter the earliest members of a treasure-hunting horde were rushing into the country by snow-shoe and dog-sledge. Other finds came thick and fast. The McFarlane was rich in free gold, and miners by the score staked out their claims along it and began work.
All he's handed me is that I ain't got no right, an' the thing stands pending your decision. He says the whole proposition is jest business. He's got to safeguard the values of his property. Now, sir, I claim them rights by right of that deed, an' if ther's any case it's between that Van Blooren widder an' Mr. McFarlane. You got my papers, an' wal, how d'you guess I stand?"
"A tableful," said Ransom; "and baskets and baskets to take home." "Something new, " said Mrs. Gary, eating her salad. "But how did the company behave?" said Mr. McFarlane. "I saw no behaviour that was not proper," Daisy answered, gravely. She thought as much could not be said of the present company, seeing that servants were present. "What have you there, Daisy?" said her mother.
Capital is the one key to open that big, new, mountain-locked country, and the Government is treating it like a boa-constrictor to be throttled and stamped out. Millions went into the development of the El Dorado, yet they still have to ship the ore thousands of miles to a smelter, with coal, the best kind, inexhaustible fields of it, at our door. And go back to McFarlane.
They sang very well indeed such hymns as "Come to Jesus," "Canaan, bright Canaan," which, with some others, have been translated into their language. Mr. McFarlane addressed them, through the teacher, and the people seemed to attend to what was said. Because of a strong head wind, we could not leave the next day, so Mr. McFarlane and I returned to the shore.
"The English beauty would like to be a little more robust in her graces," remarked Gary McFarlane. "That is all Daisy wants," her aunt went on; "but that will come, I trust, in time." "Daisy would do well enough," said Mrs. Randolph, "if she could get some notions out of her head." "What, you mean her religious notions? How came she by them, pray?" "Why there was a person here a connexion of Mrs.
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