SHADOW AND SCYTHE BENEATH THE 

 SWORD 



IT was about this time that divers members of a 

 party of British immigrants who had come over to 

 work on the main line of the Grand Trunk Pacific 

 Railway between Winnipeg and Edmonton found 

 fault with their work and left it, I believe in several 

 cases long before they had worked out the balance 

 of their fares, according to arrangement with the 

 British shipping authorities who had sent them out. 



On their way down from Kutawa they passed my 

 brother's stopping-house, and it appears that he 

 told them that I should probably be able to recom- 

 mend them work in my neighbourhood, and that 

 certainly they would not be allowed to continue 

 on their way to South Qu'Appelle without an 

 opportunity of restoring the body after the fatigue 

 of sixty miles on foot. 



The first to claim my hospitality was a party of 

 four or five, but as they only asked for bread and 

 boiling water to make their tea by the wayside, it 

 was easily given. The next was a very famished 

 and miserable-looking person named Thomas. He 

 pitched the sorriest tale of woe and hardship in 

 the railway camp, to say nothing of the torture 

 of fatigue and hunger on the sixty miles' walk with 



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