'How my beautiful Aster used to glory in the spectacle of the setting
or rising sun,' he thought. 'I have ridden through York [now of course
Toronto, AUTHOR] when the whole west was a mass of crimson fire; and
once grasping my hands pointing to cloud-specks in the arc of red, she
said, "_See the spots. They look like drops of blood_," while her
beautiful eyes grew larger and shining with poetic fervor. Alack-a-day!
I wonder if I shall ever see my love again?'
His reverie was ended by the appearance of Nancy, and immediately
afterwards of Silent Poll, both of whom busied themselves preparing
breakfast.
When that meal was ended the chief sauntered about smoking, and at
last stood before Roland.
'I have to talk seriously with you this morning,' he said, in a tone
that was intended to be conciliatory as well as authoritative.
Roland had placed his back against the trunk of a large pine, with
his hand--carelessly, as it would seem--in his hip pocket, and he
looked the chief steadily in the face, as he replied:
'I am ready to hear what you have to say.'
'It is soon said, I purpose now to bring all those plans of mine to
fruition.
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