As one of the first colonists to cross the sea, Mr. Howlett was aggressive, tough, stubborn and oppressive.

He considered himself one of the pioneers of this great era, yes, he felt that he was not only an adventurer who followed his dreams, but also a new aristocrat who brought the fire of civilization to a barren land, even if his father was only a first mate of an old ocean-going whaling ship.

This man has the capital of his pride. In 1763, the British incorporated Canada into their colonial backyard, and in the early summer of 1802, at the age of 17, Mr. Howlett arrived alone in the unsettled land, armed only with an old flintlock musket and £3 and 15 shillings inherited from his father, while his brother received the second-hand whaling ship and "family" whaling business that the old Howlett had saved up over his lifetime belonging to the Howlett family.

More than forty years later, no one in Edmond is unaware of Mr. Howlett, the largest rancher and landowner in all of Western Canada, and the richest of all British colonists. For many years, people only knew him as Mr. Howlett, but few people had heard of him, and he referred only to Howlett, believing that only he could represent the real Howlett family.

To this day, Mr. Howlett is most troubled by the family, although he did not work a woman's belly when he was young, but now he is sixty years old, and he has only one son, John, and a young grandson, James, who is more than ten years old.

"Is Jamie better?" Mr. Howlett bit his pipe and squeezed out a dull sentence.

"Father Hans has seen it, and he still has a fever but no longer coughs, and he woke up for a while, fed some water, and fell asleep." John carefully reassured his father, knowing how important James was to the old father, who had lost a grandson.

Mr. Howlett took two mouthfuls, spat long, and said angrily: "When I was a teenager, I had already carried a whaling fork and sent it to the blacksmith to remove rust, and when you were a child, you had good bones and bones, and a calf of more than forty pounds was running around with it, and when you arrived here Jamie, you looked like a premature lamb!" ”

"Now the child may not be as solid as before, Tony is so young ......"

"He's sick with the disease! It was all those damn black animals who brought the filth of that evil continent here, and since then there has been no black thing to serve the Howlett family! Never! Mr. Howlett stared at John word by word, the knuckles of his pipe turned a little white, and John regretted that he had mentioned the departed son, and blushed to reassure his father, and leaned over and pulled Mr. Howlett to the living room to rest.

"James", who was lying on the bed, listened to the conversation in the corridor word for word, and felt that it was more secure to pretend to be asleep at the moment. After he woke up, he instinctively asked for some water to drink, and then he closed his eyes and thought blankly about his current situation.

If a person dies and is reincarnated, there should always be a process, like walking through the underworld, or squeezing out of the mother's body, but the current situation is like a crossing that has been popularized by movies and novels. He closed his eyes and tried to wake up from his nightmare, trying to tell himself between the unreal and the real.

Maybe it's because this young child's body has experienced a serious illness and is too weak, and he fell asleep unconsciously, but his mind is constantly staggered flashback to the scenes of boxing practice, his weak body is unsustainable gasping between life and death, and the childhood of this child named James in just a few years, the lovely little maid Rose, the strong body that has always made him envious but a little bullying Victor, and the beautiful mother Elizabeth who doesn't get along often......

The good condition of the little grandson on the tip of the heart transferred Mr. Howlett was in a much better mood, which also made the whole manor breathe a deep sigh of relief, in fact, such a depressing atmosphere from time to time The servants and slaves were already accustomed to it, and Young Master James had always been frail and sickly, often with a high fever and lethargy. At this time, all the subordinates will be careful to do things and speak, and mistakes that they usually don't care about are easily punished.

However, it is difficult for this situation to affect the half-grown children, especially the gardener Thomas Rogan's son Victor, who likes to stand by when James is sick.

Mr. Howlett felt that Victor would be a loyal servant in the future, and could not help but have a little affection for the child, while James's father, John Howlett, did not like Victor very much, except for his sloppy and hideous thick nails, and more because of his father.

After supper, Mr. Howlett heard that James had gotten up and eaten some toast and fruit, and went up to visit him with great interest, and opened the door to see his little grandson looking around with his head tilted back in good spirits.

"Jamie, how are you feeling, are you still uncomfortable?" The old man's face could perhaps only be seen in front of this grandson, and he struggled to maintain his usual solemn and disciplined demeanor, but it was difficult to hide the urgent concern.

"Ancestor, grandfather, I'm much better, my head doesn't hurt at all, I'm sorry to worry you again......"

Mr. Howlett looked at his grandson with a look of complexity in his eyes. James looks very much like his mother Elizabeth, is a "beautiful" child, and is very sensible and polite, which is completely different from the rough and hard appearance of the Howlett family, and his gentle personality is even less like him, and his dark hair and eyes are exactly the same.

"Life should be stable, and it's better to be gentle." Mr. Howlett was heartbroken, and then he gave James a few more words and left the room. Old Howlett seemed to feel that his grandson had some indescribable changes, and the tone of his speech alone was much sharper, and he was not as hesitant as before. He muttered, bit his pipe and went downstairs.

"James", who had dealt with the old man, collapsed on the bed with mixed tastes, looking at the 19th-century European-style layout around him, and his white and young hands silently accepted the fact of this new identity.

From now on, there will be no white wind from the previous life. The revenge has been avenged, although he fought for his weak body and died together, but he didn't leave any regrets, let alone sorry for the teacher, and some were just a little Mr. Howlett, James Howlett.

I felt that James's memories were full of life memories of illness, high fever, and weakness. He was indignant in his heart, couldn't it be the turn of a normal and healthy body to travel through time and space? Cursing silently, I heard a hurried sound of going upstairs, and the door was pushed open.

"James! I heard you're well? ”

"It's still hard, but it should be fine, thank you, Victor."

Victor Logan paced around the room with a knife in his hand, sat down on the edge of James's bed, and began to trim his nails that were too thick and long, without the slightest politeness, let alone the courtesy and humility of his subordinates in front of the young master. James wasn't angry, but watched with interest as the older boy used a knife to file off the bits and pieces of his nails like he was cutting wood.

"You've always been like this, you've always been so sick and crooked." Victor glanced disdainfully at the delicate doll-like teenager leaning on the bed, but at the age of fifteen or sixteen, Victor already had some light beard on his temples and cheeks, and his thick skeleton looked like a grown man's size.

"I heard you were always sick when you were a kid?" James asked subconsciously.

Victor paused for a moment with the knife he was sharpening and shears in his hand, but did not answer, "There is a batch of well-bred foals coming soon, and if you look like this, you don't want to ride them, and Mr. Howlett will not let you touch them." ”

Victor stood up with his head held high, patted his pants with some nail crumbs off, and strode out of the room, not even the door.

James struggled to prop himself up, pinched a piece of nail that fell on the bed, and looked at it carefully, with something faintly flashing in his eyes......