Secretly each one was confident that Uncle John's unknown farm would prove to be impossible, and that in a day or so at the latest they would retrace their steps.

But in the meantime the adventure was novel and interesting, and they were prepared to accept the inevitable with all graciousness.
When, after the long climb up the hill, they saw the quaint mill and the town lying just across rushing Little Bill Creek; when from their elevation they beheld the placid lake half hidden by its stately pines and gazed up the rugged and picturesque foot-hills to the great mountains beyond, then indeed they drew in deep breaths and began, as Patsy exclaimed, to be "glad they came." "That Millville ?" asked Uncle John, eagerly.
"Yes, sir." "And which of those houses belongs to the Wegg farm ?" "Ye can't see the Wegg house from here; the pines hide it," said the man, urging his horses into a trot as they approached the bridge.
"Pretty good farm ?" inquired Uncle John, hopefully.
"Worst in the county," was the disconcerting reply.

"Half rocks an' half trees.

Ol' Cap'n Wegg wasn't no farmer.

He were a sea-cap'n; so it's no wonder he got took in when he bought the place." Uncle John sighed.
"I've just bought it myself," he observed.
"There's a ol' addige," said the man, grinning, "'bout a fool an' his money.