CHAPTER XVIII.
We Embark in the Bear Industry.
When the bailiff came and took away the cows and horses, and completely knocked the bottom out of Dad's land scheme, Dad did n't sit in the ashes and sulk.

He was n't that kind of person.

He DID at times say he was tired of it all, and often he wished it far enough, too! But, then, that was all mere talk on Dad's part.

He LOVED the selection.
To every inch--every stick of it--he was devoted.

'T was his creed.
He felt certain there was money in it--that out of it would come his independence.