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Updated: June 19, 2025
"Well, no I believe not. At least there is none for red-men. Why do you ask? Did you ever taste fire-water?" The Indian's dark eyes seem to gleam with unwonted light as he replied in tones more solemn than usual: "Yes. Once only once a white brother gave some fire-water to Big Otter." "Humph!" ejaculated Macnab, "and what did you think of it!"
You see, as Macnab said and of course I agreed with him it was only fair that the invalid should have the strongest and easiest-going conveyance. By the way, Max, I've heard some news. Do you know that that scoundrel Attick is stirring up the tribes against us?" "No is he?" said I, quite forgetting the fair Jessie, at this piece of information.
Sir Allan MacNab with his old die-hards, fulminating against all enemies of the British tradition, was still willing to make an unholy alliance with the French, if only he could checkmate a governor-general who did not seem to appreciate his past services to Britain.
'Merton, said our hero, 'and yours? 'Macnab. I can lend you a plain suit of morning clothes from here, and we don't want the stratagem of the constable. You don't even need the extra trouble of putting on evening dress in my house. 'How very fortunate, said Merton, and in a quarter of an hour he was attired as a simple citizen, and was driving to the house of Mr. Macnab.
As he spoke, Peter Macnab missed his footing and came down on the table with a crash so tremendous that the crazy article of furniture became something like what Easterns style a split-camel its feeble legs spread outwards, and its body came flat to the ground. Sprawling for a moment Macnab rose dishevelled from a mass of pine-branches and looked surprised.
'There's Macnab and Niven, two o' my colleagues. And there's Gilkison of the Boiler-fitters, and a lad Wilkie he's got consumption, and writes wee bits in the papers. And there's a queer chap o' the name o' Tombs they tell me he comes frae Cambridge, and is a kind of a professor there anyway he's more stuffed wi' havers than an egg wi' meat.
"Let me introduce you, aunt, to Mr Macnab the jolly fur-trader of whom you have heard me speak so often and so much." Macnab made a profound obeisance, and Aunt Temple returned a dignified bow, expressing herself, "much pleased to make the acquaintance," etcetera, and saying that Mrs Liston, being unable to come out to greet them, was anxious that we should enter.
So saying, Macnab rose, drew a small table near to the stove, laid upon it a very large desk made by himself of pine-wood, and, placing a sheet of paper thereon, began to write. The sheet of paper merits notice. Like the man who wrote, it was extremely large, being several sizes bigger than foolscap, and very loosely ruled.
MacNab addressed a letter to the House which reads very much like a repetition of his former contempt, but which the Assembly seem to have construed very charitably, as on the 3rd of March a motion was carried for his discharge, and he was set at liberty. This brief term of imprisonment, which in all lasted less than a fortnight, was the turning point in the reckless young lawyer's career.
When men take to living in the wilderness, it's time to cast off all the humbuggin' politenesses o' civilised life." "Pardon me, Macnab," returned my friend, with more than his usual urbanity, "I differ from you there." "Oh, ay, I daresay ye do," interrupted the other. "It's been said of Scotsmen that `they can aye objec', and I think it's equally true of Englishmen that they can always differ!"
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