Locating a Homestead 



just time to note that he was of the French- 

 Canadian type, with perhaps a touch of still 

 darker hue, when the vacant chair at our table 

 was taken by a young fellow with an intelligent, 

 somewhat thin face. He had on a brown canvas 

 overall jacket, and though his dress did not 

 indicate it, there was something unmistakably 

 Anglo-Saxon about him. 



" Hello, C ! " said the new-comer to the 



darker man ; " what brings you to town ? " 



*' Cattle," replied the other. " Just brought 

 in fifty head, and got 'em shipped, too." 



" Good for you," said the first speaker, and 

 added, with a smile on his bright face : " Heard 

 you had a stroke of luck. Hope all goes 

 well eh?" 



The other looked up with an answering smile. 

 " I figure you mean the kid," said he. " That's 

 so ; a fine boy, and, I tell you, baching isn't a 

 patch on that sort of thing." 



Then the talk became less personal, and the 

 other, who was a younger man, spoke of the 

 Grain Growers' Association and Co-operative Ele- 

 vators, and one soon realized that the intelligent 

 face of the speaker had a touch of ideality. 



" Any homesteads still open your way ? " said 

 I, as a pause came in their talk. 



The man in the canvas jacket looked at me, 



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