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tions；　fording　streams　and　crossing　rivers；　and　so　making　its　course　northwest　from　Winnipeg　for　nine　hundred　miles；　runs　the　Edmonton　trail。

Macmillan　was　the　last　of　that　far…famed　and　adventurous　body　of　men　who　were　known　all　through　the　western　country　for　their　skill；　their　courage；　their　endurance　in　their　profession　of　freighters　from　Winnipeg　to　the　far　outpost　of　Edmonton　and　beyond　into　the　Peace　River　and　Mackenzie　River　districts。　　The　building　of　railroads　cut　largely　into　their　work；　and　gradually　the　freighters　faded　from　the　trails。　　Old　Sam　Macmillan　was　among　the　last　of　his　tribe　left　upon　the　Edmonton　trail。　　He　was　a　master　in　his　profession。　　In　the　packing　of　his　goods　with　their　almost　infinite　variety；　in　the　making　up　of　his　load；　he　was　possessed　of　marvellous　skill；　while　on　the　trail　itself　he　was　easily　king　of　them　all。

Macmillan　was　a　big　silent　Irishman；　raw　boned；　hardy；　and　with　a　highly　developed　genius　for　handling　ox　or　horse　teams　of　any　size　in　a　difficult　bit　of　road；　and　possessing　as　well　a　unique　command　of　picturesque　and　varied　profanity。　　These　gifts　he　considered　as　necessarily　related；　and　the　exercise　of　each　was　always　in　conjunction　with　the　other；　for　no　man　ever　heard　Macmillan　swear　in　ordinary　conversation　or　on　commonplace　occasions。　　But　when　his　team　became　involved　in　a　sleugh；　it　was　always　a　point　of　doubt　whether　he　aroused　more　respect　and　admiration　in　his　attendants　by　his　rare　ability　to　get　the　last　ounce　of　hauling　power　out　of　his　team　or　by　the　artistic　vividness　and　force　of　the　profanity　expended　in　producing　this　desired　result。　　It　is　related　that　on　an　occasion　when　he　had　as　part　of　his　load　the　worldly　effects　of　an　Anglican　Bishop　en　route　to　his　heroic　mission　to　the　far　North；　the　good　Bishop；　much　grieved　at　Macmillan's　profanity；　urged　upon　him　the　unnecessary　character　of　this　particular　form　of　encouragement。

〃Is　it　swearing　Your　Riverence　objects　to？〃　said　Macmillan；　whose　vocabulary　still　retained　a　slight　flavour　of　the　Old　Land。　　〃I　do　assure　you　that　they　won't　pull　a　pound　without　it。〃

But　the　Bishop　could　not　be　persuaded　of　this；　and　urged　upon　Macmillan　the　necessity　of　eliminating　this　part　of　his　persuasion。

〃Just　as　you　say；　Your　Riverence。　　I　ain't　hurried　this　trip　and　we'll　do　our　best。〃

The　next　bad　sleugh　brought　opportunity　to　make　experiment　of　the　new　system。　　The　team　stuck　fast　in　the　black　muck；　and　every　effort　to　extricate　them　served　only　to　imbed　them　more　hopelessly　in　the　sticky　gumbo。　　Time　passed　on。　　A　dark　and　lowering　night　was　imminent。　　The　Bishop　grew　anxious。　　Macmillan；　with　whip　and　voice；　encouraged　his　team；　but　all　in　vain。　　The　Bishop's　anxiety　increased　with　the　approach　of　a　threatening　storm。

〃It　is　growing　late；　Mr。　Macmillan；　and　it　looks　like　rain。　Something　must　be　done。〃

〃It　does　that；　Your　Lordship；　but　the　brutes　won't　pull　half　their　own　weight　without　I　speak　to　them　in　the　way　they　are　used　to。〃

The　good　man　was　in　a　sore　strait。　　Another　half　hour　passed；　and　still　with　no　result。　　It　was　imperative　that　his　goods　should　be　brought　under　cover　before　the　storm　should　break。　　Again　the　good　Bishop　urged　Macmillan　to　more　strenuous　effort。

〃We　can't　stay　here　all　night；　sir；〃　he　said。　　〃Surely　something　can　be　done。〃

〃Well；　I'll　tell　Your　Lordship；　it's　one　of　two　things；　stick　or　swear；　and　there's　nothing　else　for　it。〃

〃Well；　well；　Mr。　Macmillan；〃　said　the　Bishop　resignedly；　〃we　must　get　on。　　Do　as　you　think　best；　but　I　take　no　responsibility　in　the　matter。〃　　At　which　Pilate's　counsel　he　retired　from　the　scene；　leaving　Macmillan　an　untrammelled　course。

Macmillan　seized　the　reins　from　the　ground；　and　walking　up　and　down　the　length　of　his　six…horse　team；　began　to　address　them　singly　and　in　the　mass　in　terms　so　sulphurously　descriptive　of　their　ancestry；　their　habits；　and　their　physical　and　psychological　characteristics；　that　when　he　gave　the　word　in　a　mighty　culminating　roar　of　blasphemous　excitation；　each　of　the　bemired　beasts　seemed　to　be　inspired　with　a　special　demon；　and　so　exerted　itself　to　the　utmost　limit　of　its　powers　that　in　a　single　minute　the　load　stood　high　and　dry　on　solid　ground。

One　other　characteristic　made　Macmillan　one　of　the　most　trusted　of　the　freighters　upon　the　trail。　　While　in　charge　of　his　caravan　he　was　an　absolute　teetotaler；　making　up；　however；　for　this　abstinence　at　the　end　of　the　trip　by　a　spree　whose　duration　was　limited　only　by　the　extent　of　his　credit。

It　was　to　Mr。　Macmillan's　care　that　Mrs。　French　had　committed　Kalman　with　many　and　anxious　injunctions；　and　it　is　Macmillan's　due　to　say　that　every　moment　of　that　four　weeks'　journey　was　one　of　undiluted　delight　to　the　boy；　although　it　is　to　be　feared　that　not　the　least　enjoyable　moments　in　that　eventful　journey　were　those　when　he　stood　lost　in　admiration　while　his　host；　with　the　free　use　of　his　sulphurously　psychological　lever；　pried　his　team　out　of　the　frequent　sleughs　that　harassed　the　trail。　　And　before　Macmillan　had　delivered　up　his　charge；　his　pork　and　hard　tack；　aided　by　the　ardent　suns　and　sweeping　winds　of　the　prairie；　had　done　their　work；　so　that　it　was　a　brown　and　thoroughly　hardy　looking　lad　that　was　handed　over　to　Jimmy　Green　at　the　Crossing。

〃Here　is　Jack　French's　boy；〃　said　Macmillan。　　〃And　it's　him　that's　got　the　ear　for　music。　　In　another　trip　he'll　dust　them　horses　out　of　a　hole　with　any　of　us。　　Swear！　　Well；　I　should　smile！　　By　the　powers！　he　makes　me　feel　queer。〃

〃Swear；〃　echoed　a　thick　voice　from　behind　the　speaker；　〃who's　swearing？〃

〃Hello！　Jack；〃　said　Macmillan　quietly。　　〃Got　a　jag　on；　eh？〃

〃Attend　to　your　own　business；　sir；〃　said　Jack　French；　whose　dignity　grew　and　whose　temper　shortened　with　every　bottle。　　〃Answer　my　question；　sir。　　Who　is　swearing？〃

〃Oh；　there's　nothing　to　it；　Jack；〃　said　Macmillan。　　〃I　was　telling　Jimmy　here　that　that's　a　mighty　smart　boy　of　yours；　and　with　a　great　tongue　for　language。〃

〃I'll　break　his　back；〃　growled　Jack　French；　his　face　distorted　with　a　scowl。　　〃Look　here；　boy；〃　he　continued；　whirling　fiercely　upon　the　lad；　〃you　are　sent　to　me　by　the　best　woman　on　earth　to　make　a　man　of　you；　and　I'll　have　no　swearing　on　my　ranch；〃　delivering　himself　of　which　sentiment　punctuated　by　a　feu　de　joie　of　muddled　oaths；　he　lurched　away　into　the　back　shop　and　fell　into　a　drunken　sleep；　leaving　the　boy　astonished　and　for　some　minutes　speechless。

〃Is　that　her　brother？〃　he　asked　at　length；　when　he　had　found　voice。

〃Whose　brother？〃　said　Jimmy　Green。

〃Yes；　boy；　that's　her　brother；〃　said　Macmillan。　　〃But　that　is　not　himself　any　more　than　a　mad　dog。　　Jimmy　here　has　been　filling　him　up；〃　shaking　his　finger　at　the　culprit；　〃which　he　had　no　right　to　do；　knowing　Jack　French　as　he　does；　by　the　same　token。〃

〃Oh；　come　on；　Mac；〃　said　Jimmy　apologetically。　　〃You　know　Jack　French；　and　when　he　gets　a…goin'　could　I　stop　him？　　No；　nor　you。〃

Next　morning　when　Kalman　came　forth　from　the　loft　which　served　Jimmy　Green　as　store　room　for　his　marvellously　varied　merchandise；　he　found　that　Macmillan　had　long　since　taken　the　trail　and　was　by　this　time　miles　on　his　journey　toward　Edmonton。　　The　boy　was　lonely　and　sick　at　heart。　　Macmillan　had　been　a　friend　to　him；　and　had　constituted　the　last　link　that　held　him　to　the　life　he　had　left　behind　in　the　city。　　It　was　to　Macmillan　that　the　little　white…　faced　lady　who　was　to　the　boy　the　symbol　of　all　that　was　high　and　holy　in　character；　had　entrusted　him　for　safe　deliverance　to　her　brother　Jack　French。　　Kalman　had　spent　an　unhappy　night；　his　sleep　being　broken　by　the　recurring　vision　of　the　fierce　and　bloated　face　of　the　man　who　had　cursed　him　and　threatened　him　on　the　previous　evening。　　The　boy　had　not　yet　recovered　from　the　horror　and　surprise　of　his　discovery　that　this　drunken　and　brutalized　creature　was　the　noble…hearted　brother　into　whose　keeping　his　friend　and　benefactress　had　given　him。　　That　a　man　should　drink　himself　drunk　was　nothing　to　his　discredit　in　Kalman's　eyes；　but　that　Mrs。　French's　brother；　the　loved　and　honoured　gentleman　whom　she　had　taught　him　to　regard　as　the　ideal　of　all　manly　excellence；　should　turn　out　to　be　this　bloated　and　foul…mouthed　bully；　shocked　him　inexp