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pened since last night, and I really cannot help thinking that presently I shall awake and find, as the story-books say, it is all a dream.' 'You will find it all a very substantial dream, I do assure you, sir. But help yourself to the _mate_. You will find it better than any imported stuff.' 'Archie! Archie! Where are you?' 'Ah! ah! Yah, yah, yah!' cried Archie, hopping round behind his master. 'The sugar, Archie.' 'Ah, ah, ah! Yah, yah!' 'Is that Gaelic, Dugald?' said our Archie. 'Not quite, my cockney cousin.' 'I thought not.' 'Why?' said Dugald. 'It is much more intelligible.' The hermit laughed. 'I think, Dugald,' he said, 'your cousin has the best of you.' He then made us tell him all our strange though brief history, as the reader already knows it. If he asked us questions, however, it was evidently not for the sake of inquisitiveness, but to exchange experiences, and support the conversation. He was quite as ready to impart as to solicit information; but somehow we felt towards him as if he were an elder brother or uncle; and this only proves the hermit was a perfect gentleman. 'Shall you live much longer in this beautiful wilderness?' asked Donald. 'Well, I will tell you all about that,' replied the hermit. 'And the all is very brief. When I came here first I had no intention of making a long stay. I was a trapper and hunter then pure and simple, and sold my skins and other odds and ends which these hills yield--and what these are I must not even tell to you--journeying over the Andes with mules twice every year for that purpose. But gradually, as my trees and bushes and all the beauty of this wild garden-glen grew up around me, and so many of God's wild children came to keep me company, I got to love my strange life. So from playing at being a hermit, I dare say I have come to be one in reality. And now, though I have money--much more than one would imagine--in the Chilian banks, I do not seem to care to enter civilized life again. For some years back I have been promising myself a city holiday, but I keep putting it off and off. I should not wonder if it never comes, or, to speak more correctly, I should wonder if it ever came. Oh, I dare say I shall die in my own private wilderness here, with no one to close my eyes but old Archie.' 'Do you still go on journeys to Chili?' 'I still go twice a year. I have strong fleet mules. I go once in summer and once in winter.'
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