“Then the timely entrance of Margaret and her mother.

“‘I suppose that I shall shock my father but I can not help it,’ said the girl as she kissed me.

“You may be sure that I had my part in that game.  She stood beside me, her arm around my waist and mine around her shoulders.

“’Father, can you blame me for loving this big, splendid hero who saved us from the Indians and the bandits?  It is unlike you to be such a hardened wretch.  But for him you would have neither wife nor daughter.’

“She put it on thick but I held my peace as I have done many a time in the presence of a woman’s cunning.  Anyhow she is apt to believe herself and in a matter of the heart can find her way through difficulties which would appal a man.

“‘Keep yourself in bounds, my daughter,’ her father answered.  ’I know his merits and should like to see you married and hope to, but I must ask you to be patient until you can go to a loyal colony with your husband.’

“It was a pleasant dinner through which they kept me telling of my adventures in the bush.  Save the immediate family only Mrs. Biggars, a sister of Lady Hare, and a young nephew of Sir Benjamin were at the table.”

Jack has said in another of His letters that Mrs. Biggars was a sweet, stout lady whose manner of address reminded him of an affectionate house cat.  “That means, as you will know, that I liked her,” he added.

“The ladies sat together at one end of the table.  The baronet pumped me for knowledge of the hunting and fishing in the northern part of Tryon County where Solomon and I had spent a week, having left our boat in Lake Champlain and journeyed off in the mountains.

“‘Champlain was a man of imagination,’ said my host.  ’He tells of trying to land on a log lying against the lake shore and of discovering, suddenly, that it was an immense fish.’

“’Since I learned that I was to meet you I have been reading a book entitled The Animals of North America,’ said Mrs. Biggars.  ’I have learned that bears often climb after and above the hunter and double themselves up and fall toward him, knocking him out of the tree.  Have you seen it done?’

“‘I think it was never done outside a book,’ I answered.  ’I never saw a bear that was not running away from me.  They hate the look of a man.’

“Mrs. Biggars was filled with astonishment and went on:  ’The author tells of an animal on the borders of Canada that resembles a horse.  It has cloven hoofs, a shaggy mane, a horn right out of its forehead and a tail like that of a pig.  When hunted it spews hot water upon the dogs.  I wonder if you could have seen such an animal?’

“‘No, that’s another nightmare,’ I answered.  ’People go hunting for nightmares in America.  They enjoy them and often think they have found them when they have not.  It all comes of trying to talk with Indians and of guessing at the things they say.’