IN A FISHING COUNTRY 



through the wildest mountains in unceas- 

 ing rain, never a dry stitch upon him, ther- 

 mometer just above freezing, not a glimpse 

 of caribou or moose. There could be no 

 wetter, colder, more dog-tired man; but the 

 smile carried away in the bleak dawn was 

 still upon his face, when, from the comfort 

 of my blankets, I threw out a greeting, — 

 'coarse weather, Mac.!' 'Yes', he cheerily 

 replied, (and the hyperbolism, racy of the 

 West, showed that one to the English man- 

 ner and manor born had been rather success- 

 fully acclimated) 'a thirty-third degree — 



, net'. Apart from the smile, any 



well-grounded student of the laws could re- 

 assure Mr. Owen Wister upon the point 

 that the words were used as words of pur- 

 chase and not of inheritance. 



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