THE BOWMEN Robert looked back and saw the roofs and spires of Quebec sitting on its mighty rock, and he remembered how much had happened during their short stay there.

He could recall the whole time, hour by hour, and he knew that he would never forget any part of it.

The town was intense, glowing, vivid in the clear northern sunlight, and he had seen it, as he so often had longed to do.

A quality in his nature had responded to it, but at the last his heart had turned against it.

The splendor of that city into which he had enjoyed such a remarkable introduction had in it something hot and feverish.
"You're thinking a farewell to Quebec, Robert," said the hunter.