Perhaps you'll go mad some day, Jean, and dream about pretty girls, and railroads, and forests, and snows--and then I'll be your keeper.

Have a cigar?
I've got just two left." "_Mon Dieu!_" gasped Jean.

"Yes, I will smoke, M'seur.

Is that moose steak good ?" "Fine.

I haven't eaten a mouthful since years ago, when I dreamed that I sat on a case of dynamite just about to blow up.