"Well, now, is it not funny that I should be the first to welcome
you to Canada?" said Tom.
"But what are you doing here, my dear fellow?"
"Shaking every day with the ague. But I could laugh in spite of my
teeth to hear them make such a confounded rattling; you would think
they were all quarrelling which should first get out of my mouth.
This shaking mania forms one of the chief attractions of this new
country."
"I fear," said I, remarking how thin and pale he had become, "that
this climate cannot agree with you."
"Nor I with the climate. Well, we shall soon be quits, for, to let
you into a secret, I am now on my way to England."
"Impossible!"
"It is true."
"And the farm - what have you done with it?"
"Sold it."
"And your outfit?"
"Sold that too."
"To whom?"
"To one who will take better care of both than I did. Ah! such a
country! - such people! - such rogues! It beats Australia hollow; you
know your customers there - but here you have to find them out. Such
a take-in! - God forgive them! I never could take care of money;
and, one way or other, they have cheated me out of all mine. I have
scarcely enough left to pay my passage home.
