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Soon after the floods of money coming to us in London Mac sent $15,000 to Irving in another registered letter, without any precautions, however. Irving & Co. did not know what game we were playing, but were very happy over the dividends past and to come. But when they read the cable dispatches in the press about the bank forgeries, their bliss was ecstatic.
"Mac," as we called him, was a fine, solid man ... and he did know history. He knew it as a lover knows his mistress. He was right. He should have been a great historical writer great historian he was! For two glorious months I was with him.
Then he's only Kaviak as I'm MacCann. I suppose you've christened him?" "Well, not yet no. What shall we call him? What's your boy's name?" "Robert Bruce." They went on in silence till Mac said, "It's on account of my boy I came up here." "Oh!" "It didn't use to matter if a man was poor and self-taught, but in these days of competition it's different.
The cabin stood near Long's Peak trail, at an altitude of about ten thousand feet. There they had cached some left-over supplies. Old Mac, forever dreaming, stumbled on to the cache and decided to take up his residence there. Through October and November I saw Old Mac frequently as he pottered about the mine or picked up ore samples from the dump.
"Here comes the other couple Steve, in full feather, with a big bouquet for Kitty, and poor Mac, looking like a gentleman and feeling like a martyr, I'm sure," said Rose, watching one carriage turn in as the other turned out of the great gate, with its arch of holly, ivy, and evergreen. "Here he is.
"'Hearty and happy' that must be it," echoed Mac, soberly investigating the problem. "Most girls are sickly or silly, I think I have observed, and that is probably why I am so struck with you." "Of all the queer boys you are the queerest! Do you really mean that you don't like or notice girls?" asked Rose, much amused at this new peculiarity of her studious cousin.
The Colonel opened one eye, shut it, and shuffled in a sleepy sort of way. Mac turned sharply back to the fire. The Colonel opened his eyes and yawned. "I made some cawfee a little while back. Have some?" "No." "Better; it's A 1." "Where's Potts?" "Gone out for a little. Back soon." He poured out some of the strong, black decoction, and presented it to his companion. "Just try it.
For there were hatchetmen on guard in the big gateway, and there were spearmen at short intervals around the walls, and men to throw hot porridge off the roof were standing in the right places. "If we cannot get in by hook, we will get in by crook," said Mongan. "They are both good ways," said Mac an Da'v, "and whichever of them you decide on I'll stick by."
"Jimminy Christmas!" interrupted the Boy, sitting up very straight. "Is that Buffer you quoted a good authority?" "First-rate," Mac snapped out defiantly. "Good Lord! then the Garden o' Eden was up here." "Hey?" "Course! This was the cradle o' the human race. Blow the Ganges! Blow the Nile!
On making known our exigencies to the gentlemen in charge of the Hudson's Bay and North-West Companies' Forts, they made up an assortment of stores, amounting to five bales; for four of which we were indebted to Mr. Mac Leod of the North West Company, who shared with us the ammunition absolutely required for the support of his post; receiving in exchange an order for the same quantity upon the cargo which we expected to follow us from York Factory. We had heard from Mr. Stuart that Fort Chipewyan was too much impoverished to supply the wants of the Expedition, and we found Isle
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