feltkindofmean；andifhemadeonekindofstink，IthoughtI
couldmakeanother。SoIsaidIwouldgoashoreandseehowthingsstood；went，foundIwasallright，andcameaboardagainonthetoprail——’Areyougettingyourtrapstogether，Mr。
Nares？’saystheoldman——’No，’saysI，’Idon’tknowaswe’llseparatemuchbefore’Frisco；atleast，’Isaid，’it’sapointforyourconsideration。I’mverywillingtosaygood-bytotheMaria，butIdon’tknowwhetheryou’llcaretostartmeoutwiththreemonths’wages。’Hegothismoney-boxrightaway。’Myson，’sayshe，’Ithinkitcheapatthemoney。’Hehadmethere。”
Itwasasingulartaleforamantotellofhimself；aboveall，inthemidstofourdiscussion；butitwasquiteincharacterforNares。Inevermadeagoodhitinourdisputes，Ineverjustlyresentedanyactorspeechofhis，butwhatIfounditlongaftercarefullypostedinhisday-bookandreckonedherewastheman’sodditytomycredit。Itwasthesamewithhisfather，whomhehadhated；hewouldgiveasketchoftheoldfellow，frankandcredible，andyetsohonestlytouchedthatitwascharming。Ihavenevermetamansostrangelyconstituted：topossessareasonofthemostequaljustice，tohavehisnervesatthesametimequiveringwithpettyspite，andtoactuponthenervesandnotthereason。
Akindredwonderinmyeyeswasthenatureofhiscourage。