3 o6 THE UPPER YUKON 



street talking to an employe with an accent 

 exactly like that of our natives in Alsace 

 Lorraine. I asked him if he knew my friend 

 (because the baker was indeed a native of 

 my country, and so if the man was really 

 there, he might know him). He said very 

 quietly, as if my hunt for him amounted to 

 nothing at all : 'Oh, yes, I know him well ; but 

 he's working now; I'll show you where he 

 boards, and you can see him when he gets back 

 from work.' When night came I easily found 

 him, and delivered my message. I spent a 

 couple of days with him in going over the 

 news of the home country. In all I lost a 

 full week, but I didn't begrudge the time I 

 lost or the money spent, because of the joy it 

 would give to his people in Alsace. 



Then I hastened away to Winnipeg in 

 Manitoba where Louie, my brother, was. 

 We had a joyful meeting, and then we got to 

 work. We both worked hard. We received 

 good wages and saved our money. We were 

 not too anxious to quit when the clock struck, 

 as most of the other men were, and we were 

 always on hand a little before it was our time 

 to go to work. Both of us have cheerful and 

 willing dispositions to labor as hard as we 

 could and we made friends wherever we went. 



