As wishes and regrets on this point were equally unavailing, he
endeavoured to continue it in imagination, and was soon as deeply
absorbed in following Kate through the well-remembered scenes of Red
River as he had been, a short time before, in roaming with her
brother over the wide prairies of Saskatchewan. The increasing cold,
however soon warned him that the night was far spent. He rose and
went to the stove; but the fire had gone out, and the almost
irresistible frost of these regions was already cooling everything in
Bachelors' Hall down to the freezing-point. All his companions had
put out their candles, and were busy, doubtless, dreaming of the
friends whose letters had struck and reawakened the long-dormant
chords that used to echo to the tones and scenes of other days. With
a slight shiver, Harry returned to his apartment, and kneeled to
thank God for protecting and preserving his absent friends, and
especially for sending him "good news from a far land." The letter
with the British post-marks on it was placed under his pillow. It
occupied his waking and sleeping thoughts that night, and it was the
first thing he thought of and reread on the following morning, and
for many mornings afterwards. Only those can fully estimate the value
of such letters who live in distant lands, where letters are few--
very, very few--and far between.
CHAPTER XXIII.
Changes--Harry and Hamilton find that variety is indeed charming--The
latter astonishes the former considerably.
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