The Mate of the Vancouver — page 159: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

cr @® LOVE AND HATE. I wished to win her and wear her before that time, and after that, why, I did not care, vould do my best, and trust in Providence, even if | trusted in vain. I have often thought since that it was strange how much John Harmer wag in my mind, from daylight even to dark, during the sixth day of our toilsome tramp over Hagle Pass, for his image often unaccountably came before me, and even dispossessed the fair face of her whom I loved, But it was so, and no time during that day should I have been very much surprised, though perhaps a little angry, to see him come round a bend in the trail, saying half humbly and half im: nudently, as he approached me, “How do you do, Mr, Ticehurst?” I almost began to believe after that day in second sight, clair voyance, and all the other mysterious things which most sensible people look upon as they do on charlatanry and the juggling in a fair, for my presentiments came true in such