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Later in the day they passed the long, gradual climb over the height of land separating the great watersheds of the Miwasa and the Spirit. On the other side they came to a flat country and of the same general character all the way. It was a shining day; and, being young, they forgot their cares and rode gaily.
Mabyn's circumlocutions; "that you were starting for Miwasa Landing to-morrow morning, to join the Bishop on his annual tour. We wished particularly to see you before you started; and that is why I why Mrs. Mabyn wrote." "We thank you for coming so promptly," put in Mrs. Mabyn with her gracious air. Garth murmured truthfully that the pleasure was his.
Garth was entranced by the Bishop's matter-of-fact stories of his long journeys through the wilderness during the delightful summers, and in the rigorous winters; and the upshot was, the Bishop asked him to join him in his forthcoming tour of the diocese, which was to start from Miwasa Landing on the first of August.
Job understood perfectly. He crept down to the lake shore at his master's feet as quiet as a ghost. Seeing the loaded boat he hopped delightedly into his accustomed place in the bow. During June it never becomes wholly dark in the latitude of Lake Miwasa. An exquisite dim twilight brooded over the wide water and the pine-walled shore. The stars sparkled faintly in an oxidized silver sea.
"I am related distantly to the Buhannons of Richmond, and the Mainwarings of Philadelphia," continued Garth, willing to humour her. "There was a Mainwaring at Chelsea with my husband as a boy," remarked Mrs. Mabyn. "Probably my great-uncle," he said. "In this part of the world," he went on, "there is no one who knows me beyond mere acquaintanceship, except the Bishop of Miwasa "
"Miss Colina Gaviller." "I don't know you," she said. "I am Ambrose Doane, of Moultrie." "Where is Moultrie?" "On Lake Miwasa three hundred miles down the river." "Three hundred miles!" exclaimed Colina. "Have you come so far alone?" "I have Job," Ambrose said with a smile. "How much farther are you going?" she asked. "Only to Fort Enterprise." "Oh!" she said.
"He is bound down the river to Lake Miwasa, while we go up to Caribou Lake." "It's a precious good thing for me I didn't start off alone," she said feelingly. "I'm glad if I've won your confidence a little," said Garth hanging his head. This meant: "Aren't you going to tell me about yourself?" Natalie's mystery had been a thorn in his flesh all the way along the road.
Miwasa Landing is the jumping-off place of civilization; here, at Trudeau's, is the last billiard table, and the last piano; here, the wayfarer sleeps for the last time on springs, and eats his last "square" ere the wilderness swallows him.
To Garth the most interesting man present was the Bishop of Miwasa. His Lordship was a retiring man in vestments a thought shabby; and the other correspondents overlooked him. But Garth had heard by accident that the Bishop's annual tour of his diocese included a trip of fifteen hundred miles by canoe and pack-train through the wilderness; and he scented a story.
If old man Gaviller know I come to you it mak' trouble. My fat'er he got trouble enough wit' Gaviller." Tole squatted on the beach. There is an established ritual of politeness in the North, and he was punctilious. "You are well?" he asked gravely. Ambrose set about making his fire. "I am well," he said. "Your partner, he is well?" "Peter Minot is well." "You do good trade at Lake Miwasa?" "Yes.
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