which Mr John
spent the greater part of his time, planting flowers that his wife
loved, while Esau and I had our shares of the gold invested in land
bought by acting under Mr Raydon's advice, ready for our working at
some future time, for then we were busy helping the Dempsters and
Gunson, making plans and improvements.

How we all worked! and what delightful days those were, the more so that
in due time there came to our friend's home a sweet-looking, grey-haired
lady with a patient, rather pinched aspect, and a grave, handsome woman,
whom I knew at once for Gunson's sister; but I was rather puzzled when I
heard that their names were Mrs and Miss Effingham.

"My name, Mayne, my lad," said the prospector, "when I was a gentleman,
and now I take it once again."

Those two ladies looked scared and sad till they saw Mrs John, and then
a change seemed to come over them, such as I had seen in Gunson--I mean
Effingham--as he listened to Mr Raydon's words.

In a week Mrs Effingham was ready for me with a smile, and Miss
Effingham was singing about the place while I helped her plan a garden
for the alpine flowers we collected.

Yes: that soon became a happy valley, where there was always some new
pleasure of a simple kind--the arrival of boxes of seeds, or packages of
fruit-trees from England, implements for the farming--endless things
that civilisation asks for.

Then Esau developed into a wonderful carpenter, after instructions from
Grey at the Fort; and from carpentering blossomed into cabinet-making.
Every one was busy, and as for Quong, he quite settled down as cook in
general, baker, and useful hand, confiding to me that he did not mean to
go back to China till he died.

"This velly nice place, sah. No sabbee more ploper place. Quong velly
happy, sah. You like cup flesh tea?"

He always offered me that whenever I went near him, and I think his
feelings were those of every one there. For it was a pleasant sight to
see Mr and Mrs John in their garden, which was half Nature-made when
they began, and grew in beauty as the years rolled on, though they had
formidable competitors up at the farm.

"Yes," said Mr Effingham one day as I stood with him and Mr Raydon in
the big barn--that big barn built of Douglas pine planks, cut down by
Esau and me, sawn in our own mill turned by the beautiful stream--a mill
erected with Mr Raydon's help. "Yes," he said, as he thrust his hand
into a sack, and let the contents trick