"It is in the province of New Brunswick. You will have seventy-five miles of almost unbroken wilderness to pass through".
"Seventy-five miles of wilderness! magnificent! where's my rifle, mother? I haven't seen it for an age".
"Don't be so impetuous, John. This journey through the wilderness will be anything but magnificent. You will meet many dangers by the way and will encounter many hardships".
"But, mother, what care I for the perils of the way. Look at that powerful member", stretching out his large, muscular arm.
"Don't trust too much in that, John. Your strong arm is a good weapon, but you may meet something yet that is more than a match for it".
"Possibly", said John, with a sceptical air, "but when am I to start, mother?"
"To-morrow".
"To-morrow! that is fine. Well! I must bestir myself", said he, rising.
"Not to-night, my dear. You've nothing to do at present. Arrangements are made. Be quiet, John. We may not sit thus together again for a long while".