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him, ever lived; Shakespeare, too, was he anybody? 

 Did I suppose that Julius Caesar was as great a 

 soldier as General Howe of Bunkers Hill it was 

 easy to read the hero worship in the haggard eyes 

 and this Shakespeare, would he be as handy with 

 his pen as Mrs. Beecher Stowe? 



It was an odd quartet. Julius Caesar, Shakespeare, 

 General Howe, and Mrs. Beecher Stowe. Never 

 mind, different as they are, each name rings for ever 

 down the corridors of time. 



As soon as the Leader could move four days after- 

 wards we trekked away, for we had so much to do 

 in a very given time, Cecily and Ralph to meet, 

 the moose hunting, and the locating of our new men 

 who were to come up from Cook's Inlet. 



We left our friend of the Druidic cottage as much 

 of our stores as we could possibly spare, and the last 

 we saw of his solitary figure was the red-grey hair 

 waving in the breeze, and the glint of his fiery tie. 

 Cecily and Ralph waited for us impatiently in the 

 base camp, and having loaded ourselves up with all 

 the new trophies we trekked for the moose country. 



At last the fringe of a mighty forest belt, a mass 

 of greens on greens, and wonderfully timbered 

 glades. We prospected carefully round as we gained 

 the Sushitna for signs of our servants to be, but the 

 great silences were unbroken. Our servants from 

 the Kuskokwim settlement kindly agreed to remain 

 with us until the new followers arrived to take over, 

 and the four of us settled down to the most enjoyable 

 sport of the trip. 



