ABSTRACT
After Sorrow had retired, we lighted our cigars, and turned to for a chat, if chat it can be called one, where I did most of the talking myself.
“Doctor,” said I, “I wish I had had more time to have examined your collection of minerals. I had no idea Nova Scotia could boast of such an infinite variety of them. You could have taught me more in conversation in five minutes than I could have learned by books in a month. You are a mineralogist, and I am sorry to say I aint, though every boarding-school miss, now-a-days, in our country consaits she is. They are up to trap at any rate, if nothing else, you may depend,” and I gave him a wink.
