A successful mine in which he was most heavily interested was allowed to become abandoned.

A hotel which he partly owned in Dawson was bankrupted.

One after another things happened, and after each happening my father would receive a polite note of regret from Graham, written as if the word actually came from a friend.

But my father cared little for money losses now.

His heart was drying up and his life ebbing away for the little cabin and the grave that were gone from the foot of the mountain.