Harold found a big, raw-boned, awkward-looking German, a young fellow about six feet tall, weighing fully 175 pounds. He was heavy set, bow-legged, and had massive shoulders and long arms, but when he moved around there was a wonderful ease and grace apparent in his movements, which was a surprise.
Mrs. Malcolm soon went out and left the two together in Hagner’s room. Harold started to leave, too, saying that he would come in after Hagner had unpacked.
“Don’t need to go for that reason,” said Hagner, as he opened his trunk, ready to unpack.
“All right, if you don’t mind,” said Harold. “I’m kind of lonesome to-night, anyhow.”
“What’s the matter?” asked the other, “anything gone wrong?”
“No,” said Harold, “but you see I’m from California and I don’t like this blamed snow and cold. I’d rather be back where it’s warm every day like I’m used to.”
“How long have you been here?” asked Hagner. “This must be your first year, too?”
“It is. I’ve been here five months and it’s been mighty cold for three months of that time. When did you come?”
“I just got in yesterday,” said Hagner, starting to unpack. “Never saw snow before in my life. I am from Texas myself and we don’t have it down there either. It’s wet, ain’t it? Don’t like it much myself. Guess I’ll have to stand it, though. Don’t expect to see Texas again for a couple of years, anyhow.”