man’s prime jewel

“A health to the man on trail this night; may his grub hold out; may his dogs keep their legs; may his matches never miss fire.” the clinging kind that such men fancy, with a babe at the breast. They could face the pinch of famine, the grip of scurvy, or the quick death by field or flood; but the pictured semblance of a stranger woman and child made women and children of them all. restrained rush of tears. ★“Call me at four, sharp. Don’t fail me,” ★at the outraged ethics of the Northland, where honesty, above all, was man’s prime jewel. ★at the outraged ethics of the Northland, where honesty, above all, was man’s prime jewel.