The lad was transformed.

Jim thought when he saw him first that he was a pretty boy, but there was something about him now that thrilled the woodsman with admiration.
Jim came up to him with: "Mornin,' Harry!" and the mountain that shone so gloriously in the light before him, was not more sunny than Jim's face.

He sat down behind the stump without removing his pack, and once more had the little fellow in his arms.
"Harry," said Jim, "I've had ye in my arms all night--a little live thing--an' I've be'n a longin' to git at ye agin.

If ye want to, very much, you can put yer arms round my neck, an' hug me like a little bar.
Thar, that's right, that's right.

I shall feel it till I see ye agin.
Ye've been thinkin' 'bout what I telled ye last night ?" "Oh yes!" responded the boy, eagerly, "all the time." "Well, now, do you know the days--Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, and the rest of 'em ?" "Yes, sir, all of them." "Now, remember, to-day is Wednesday.