semite Valley. Because it was my first year in Canada, I
really preferred not to go beyond the Dominion. With these thoughts
in my mind I opened my letters. The first two did not interest me;
tradesmen's bills seldom do. The third brought a thumping sensation of
pleasure--though it was not from Miss Treherne. I had had one from her
that morning, and this was a pleasure which never came twice in one day,
for Prince's College, Toronto, was a long week's journey from London,
S.W. Considering, however, that I did receive letters from her once a
week, it may be concluded that Clovelly did not; and that, if he had, it
would have been by a serious infringement of my rights. But, indeed, as
I have learned since, Clovelly took his defeat in a very characteristic
fashion, and said on an important occasion some generous things about
me.

The letter that pleased me so much was from Galt Roscoe, who, as he
had intended, was settled in a new but thriving district of British
Columbia, near the Cascade Mountains. Soon after his complete recovery
he had been ordained in England, had straightway sailed for Canada,
and had gone to work at once. This note was an invitation to spend the
holiday months with him, where, as he said, a man "summering high among
the hills of God" could see visions and dream dreams, and hunt and fish
too--especially fish. He urged that he would not talk parish concerns
at me; that I should not be asked to be godfather to any young
mountaineers; and that the only drawback, so far as my own predilections
were concerned, was the monotonous health of the people. He described
his summer cottage of red pine as being built on the edge of a lovely
ravine; he said that he had the Cascades on one hand with their big
glacier fields, and mighty pine forests on the other; while the
balmiest breezes of June awaited "the professor of pathology and
genial saw-bones." At the end of the letter he hinted something about a
pleasant little secret for my ear when I came; and remarked immediately
afterwards that there were one or two delightful families at Sunburst
and Viking, villages in his parish. One naturally associated the little
secret with some member of one of these delightful families. Finally, he
said he would like to show me how it was possible to transform a naval
man into a parson.

My mind was made up. I wrote to him that I would start at once. Then I
began to make preparations, and meanwhile fell to thinking again abou