The station master, a native grown too old for more active duty, shuffled toward them, chewing tobacco in a manner that made his long gray beard move sideways. His near-sighted eyes peered through his brass-rimmed spectacles, but, when he recognized one of the new arrivals, he grinned broadly. In a high, cracked voice he exclaimed: "Wall, if 'tain't Silas Packard home again from the East. Glad to git back to God's country, ain't you now, Si? Brought a parcel of young folks along this trip? Wall, I don't wonder at it. Your big place is sort o' lonesome wi' no wimmin folks into it. What? You don' mean to tell me these here are Dan Abbott's kids! Wall, wall. How-de-do? Did I know yer pa? Did I know Danny Abbott? I reckon I was the furst man in these here parts that did know him. He come to my camp, nigh to the top of Redfords' Peak, the week he landed here from college." The old man took off his bearskin cap and scratched his head. "Nigh onto twenty-five year, I make it. Yep, that's jest what 'twas. That's the year we struck the payin' streak over t'other side of the mountain, and folks flocked in here thicker'n buzzards arter a dead sheep. Yep, that's the year the Crazy Creek Camp sprung up, and that's how yer pa come to buy where he did." Then, encouraged by the interest exhibited by at least three of the young people, the old man continued: "The payin' streak, where the camp was built, headed straight that way, and I sez to him, sez I--'Dan Abbott,' sez I, 'If I was you I'd use the money I'd fetched to get aholt of that 160 acres afore it's nabbed by these rich folks that's tryin' to grab all the mines,' sez I. 'That's what I'd do.' And so Dan tuk it, but as luck would have it, that vein petered out to nothin' an' I allays felt mighty mean, havin' Dan stuck that way wi' so much land an' no gold on it, but he sez to me, 'Gabby,' that's my name; 'Gabby,' sez he, 'don' go to feelin' bad about it, not one mite. That place is jest what I've allays wanted. When a fellow's tired out, there's nothin' so soothin',' sez he, 'as a retreat,' that's what he called it, 'a retreat in the mountains.' But he didn't need 160 acres to retreat on, so he let go all but ten. He'd built a log cabin on it that had some style, not jest a shack like the rest of us miners run up, then Dan went away for a spell--but by and by he come back." The old man's leathery face wrinkled into a broad smile. "An' he didn't come back alone! I reckon you young Abbotts know who 'twas he fetched back with him. It was the purtiest gal 'ceptin' one that I ever laid eyes on. You're the splittin' image of the bride Danny brought." The small blue eyes that were almost hidden under shaggy gray brows turned toward Jane. "Yep, you look powerful like your ma."