She's li'l' gal, an' I'm beeg, strong feller w'at don' matter much an' w'at ain' know much--'cept singin', an' lovin' her.

I'm see for sure now dat I ain' fit for her--I'm beeg, rough, fightin' feller w'at can't read, an' she's de beam of sunlight w'at blin' my eyes." "If I was a fool I'd say you'd forget in time, but I've lived my life in the open, and I know you won't.

I didn't." "I don' want to forget," the brown man cried, hurriedly.

"Le bon Dieu would not let me forget--it's all I've got to keep wit' me w'en I'm lookin' for my 'New Countree.'" "You're not goin' to look for that 'New Country' any more," Gale replied.
"To-day," said the other, quietly.
"No." "To-day! Dis affernoon! De blood in me is callin' for travel, John.

I'm livin' here on dis place five year dis fall, an' dat's long tarn' for voyageur.