CHAPTER VII

IN A LOGGING CAMP (_Concluded_), 225

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WE BREATHE THE HOT AIR, HEAVY WITH THE SMELL OF FRESH SOIL, AND THE SWEAT DRIPS FROM OUR FACES UPON THE DAMP CLAY, _Frontispiece_

FACING PAGE I EASILY PASSED UNNOTICED IN THE CROWD, 24

A WEIRD PROCESSION, THIS FRAGMENT OF A COMPANY IN THE RANKS OF LABOR, 48

I HELD MY PEACE, AND RESPECTFULLY TOUCHED MY CAP, INWARDLY CALLING HER THE BEAUTY THAT SHE WAS, 94

THE MEN WERE RISING FROM THEIR SEATS, AND THE AIR WAS FULL OF WELCOME, 216

THE WORKERS