lift him shoulder high, and chanting, "Shock! Shock! we--like--
Shock!" bear him away, in triumph.

"Eh, what are the daft laddies saying now?" inquires the old lady,
struggling hard to keep out of her voice the pride that shone in her
eyes.

"Listen," cries Helen, her eyes shining with the same light. "Listen
to them," and beating time with her hand she joins in the chant,
"Shock! Shock! we--like--Shock."




III

THE VOICE IN THE WILDERNESS


The Superintendent had come from the West on his spring round-up.
New settlements in anticipation of and following the new Railway,
old settlements in British Columbia valleys, formed twenty years ago
and forgotten, ranches of the foot-hill country, the mining camps to
the north and south of the new line--these were beginning to fire
the imagination of older Canada. Fresh from the new and wonderful
land lying west of the Great Lakes, with its spell upon him, its
miseries, its infamies, its loneliness aching in his heart, but with
the starlight of its promise burning in his eyes, he came to tell
the men of the Colleges of their duty, their privilege, their
opportunity waiting in the West. For the most part his was a voice