The Mate of the Vancouver — page 135: what you’re looking at

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A GOLDEN LINK, 128 came sudden snorts like those a bear makes in his covert, or low rumblings like thunder from a thick cloud, But it was he who woke me in the morning, and he did it without cere- mony. “Get up, old man!” he said hurriedly, while he was jamming himself, as it were, into his garments. “The snow’s come at last—and, by thunder, it’s come to stay! There’s no time to be lost!” And he vanished into the white space outside. When I followed I found him already at work packing the ponies, and without any words I set to, struck the tent, rolled it up, and got together everything I thought ‘should go. When I touched the tools Mac turned round, “Leave ’em, pard—leave ’em. ‘There's plenty of weight without that. Aye, plenty—and too much! ” The last I. only just caught, for it was said ; ee < PEE peat gts rf Ae eels ‘a3 ae Cig Bee > ee ‘ oe ES OO pes. SS ee hs ras NEP SES Re SPO RULE ON Shh Me he ee Lae FONT Re SA Gat pier OY ep Ee A NGS ES . * ; ase UE Hie: by “ RRL OEY POP Rs Sore 7S es Ka pet Os eee pitta ts Pee ado