“I like this place, and oh!  I like Jack, that is, Mr. French, my master.  He told me to call him Jack.  He is so big and strong, so kind too, never loses his temper, that is, never loses hold of himself like me, but even when he is angry, speaks quietly and always smiles.  One day Elluck, the Galician man that works here sometimes, struck Blucher with a heavy stick and made him howl.  Jack heard him.  ‘Bring me that stick, Elluck,’ he said quietly.  ‘Now, Elluck, who strikes my dog, strikes me.’  He caught him by the collar and beat him until Elluck howled louder than the dog, and all the while Jack never stopped smiling.  He is teaching me to box, as he says that no gentleman ever uses a knife or a club, as the Galicians do, in fighting; and you know that when they get beer they are sure to fight, and if they use a knife they will kill some one, and then they are sorry.

“You know about my school.  Jack has told Mrs. French.  I like Mr. Brown, well, next to Jack.  He is a good man.  I wish I could just tell you how good and how clever he is.  He makes people to work for him in a wonderful way.  He got the Galicians to build his house for him, and his school and his store.  He got Jack to help him too.  He got me to help with the singing in the school every day, and in the afternoon on Sundays when we go down to meeting.  He is a Protestant, but, although he can marry the people and baptise and say prayers when they desire it, I do not think he is a priest, for he will take no money for what he does.  Some of the Galicians say he will make them all pay some day, but Jack just laughs at this and says they are a suspicious lot of fools.  Mr. Brown is going to build a mill to grind flour and meal.  He brought the stones from an old Hudson’s Bay Company mill up the river, and he is fixing up an old engine from a sawmill in the hills.  I think he wants to keep the people from going to the Crossing, where they get beer and whiskey and get drunk.  He is teaching me everything that they learn in the English schools, and he gives me books to read.  One book he gave me, I read all night.  I could not stop.  It is called ‘Ivanhoe.’  It is a splendid book.  Perhaps Mrs. French may get it for you.  But I like it best on Sunday afternoons, for then we sing, Brown and Jack and the Galician children, and then Brown reads the Bible and prays.  It is not like church at all.  There is no crucifix, no candles, no pictures.  It is too much like every day to be like church, but Brown says that is the best kind, a religion for every day; and Jack, too, says that Brown is right, but he won’t talk much about it.

“I am going to be a rancher.  Jack says I am a good cattle man already.  He gave me a pony and saddle and a couple of heifers for myself, that I saved last winter out of a snow-drift, and he says that when I grow a little bigger, he will take me for his partner.  Of course, he smiles when he says this, but I think he means it.  Would not that be splendid?  I do not care to be a partner,