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I told you the foundations was sandy, sur, and that we had to go down deeper than the specifications called fur. It cost in labor, sur," McMurray did not seem to be enjoying his explanation "fur diggin' and layin' the stone. Then you know, sur, it takes more material to do it, sur. You said, yes to go ahead, sur." "But you did not tell me it would cost more," urged the priest.
The full moon was on and all night the wild-fowl flew. The frost was close behind them, sharp and sudden. Next morning the ponds about us had ice an inch thick and we heard of it three inches at other places. But the sun came out gloriously and when at ten we landed at Fort McMurray the day was warm and perfect in its autumnal peace. Miss Gordon, the postmaster, did not recognise us at first.
You know our contract was plain, and the bid that I accepted from you was six thousand eight hundred dollars." "Yes, sur; yes, sur; it was, sur," answered McMurray with shifting embarrassment, "but you know these other things were extras, sur." "But I did not order any extras, Mr. McMurray," urged the priest. "Yes, sur; yes, sur, you did, sur.
So he sat, that hour ago, deep in the wilderness eighty miles north of Athabasca Landing, congratulating himself on the present conditions of his existence. A hundred and eighty miles farther on was Fort McMurray, and another two hundred beyond that was Chipewyan, and still beyond that the Mackenzie and its fifteen-hundred-mile trail to the northern sea.
I replied that I had a respectful distaste for transcendental philosophy. "From a paper of pins to an opera-cloak," she continued. "I'm afraid, dear Mrs. McMurray, an opera-cloak is not the superior limit of a woman's needs," said I. "I wish it were." She called me a cynic and went. This morning Carlotta interrupted me in my work. "Will Seer Marcous come to my room and see my pretty things?"
Up on Snare Lake the men to whom Lapierre had passed the word had taken possession of MacNair's burned and abandoned fort, and there the leader had joined them after stopping at Fort McMurray to tip off to Ripley and Craig the bit of evidence that he hoped would clinch the case against MacNair.
One place of safety occurred on the instant to the unfortunate woman; clasping her babe to her breast and clutching the gown of her companion, she ran to the trap-door which conducted to the cellar and raising it pushed Mrs. McMurray down the aperture and quickly following her, Mrs. Dalton closed the trap.
Although drifting at the rate of four miles an hour, much time was lost while the boats made their way back and forth across the river, and although it was but three hundred miles to Fort McMurray, there was constant delay in camps ashore, and at the beginning of the Grand Rapids a week was lost in portaging the entire cargo.
A line drawn from east to west, a tangent at the lowest point of the Zoological Gardens formed the southern boundary of my wanderings. Once I spied in the distance that very kind soul, Mrs. McMurray, and rushed into a providential omnibus, so as to avoid recognition. My History remained untouched. The glamour of the Renaissance had vanished.
"I mean up to Fort McMurray, where they'll put a man in jail if they find a drink of whisky on his person." Mr. Zept sat upright and darted a look at his old friend. "That's right," went on Colonel Howell. "When you leave Athabasca Landing, the fellow who tells you good-bye is a mounted policeman, and he doesn't shake hands with you either.
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