He
held this microcosm of it, as one might say, in his hand
and looked at it ardently; then he took his way across
the road.
A tall thickly built young fellow detached himself from
a group, smiling broadly at the sight of Murchison, and
started to meet him.
"Hello, Lorne," he said. He had smiled all the way
anticipating the encounter. He was obviously in clothes
which he did not put on every day, but the seriousness
of this was counteracted by his hard felt hat, which he
wore at an angle that disregarded convention.
"Hello, Elmore! You back?"
"That's about it."
"You don't say! Back to stay?"
"Far's I can see. Young Alf's made up his mind to learn
the dentist business, and the old folks are backin' him;
so I don't see but I've got to stop on and run the show.
Father's gettin' up in years now."
"Why, yes. I suppose he must be. It's a good while since
you went West. Well, what sort of a country have they
got out Swan River way? Booming right along?"
"Boom nothing. I don't mean to say there's anything the
matter with the country; there ain't; but you've got to
get up just as early in the mornings out there as y'do
anywhere, far's I noticed. An' it's a lonesome life. Now
I AM back I don't know but little old Ontario's good
enough for me. 'N I hear you've taken up the law, Lorne.
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