The Mate of the Vancouver — page 151: what you’re looking at

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~D A GOLDEN LINK. “Aye, I reckon I know old Montana’s bellow!” roared Mac, - “Then I'll see you in the morning, pard!” came the voice again, after which there was silence, broken only by the faint lap of the water on the shingle, as it slipped past, and the snort of our pony as he blew the snow out of his nostrils, vainly seeking for a tuft of grass, : We rose at earliest dawn, and saw Mon- tana Bill slowly coming over the level. He sat down while Mac and I built a raft, and fashioned a couple of rude paddles with the ax. “ Is the pony coming across, Mac?” I “Weill try it, but it’s his own lookout,” said he; “if he won’t come easy we shan’t drag him, for we shall hev to paddle to do it s ourselves.” : Fortunately for him he did want to go ‘ over, and, having a long lariat round bis nec