So Featherbone shipped him over here, in charge of a family solicitor who hunted out this sequestered spot, bought a couple of thousand acres and built this hut.

Then he went home and left Algy here to keep up the place on a paltry ten pounds--fifty dollars--a month." "Can he manage to do that ?" asked Uncle John.
"Why, he has to, you see.

He's got together a few cattle, mostly stolen I imagine; but he doesn't try to work the land.

Moreover he's established this community, composed of his suffering fellow exiles, the secret of which lies in the fact that we work the cooperative plan, and all chip in our remittances to boil the common pot.

We can keep more servants and buy more food and drink, that way, than if each one of us lived separately." "Up in Oregon," said Mr.Merrick, "I've known of some very successful and prosperous ranchmen among the remittance men." "Oh, we're all kinds, I suppose, good and bad," admitted Stubby.