human
I've been taken right back into the old days to-night; days in England, and afterward those when we worked on the branch road beneath the range. There's not a boy among the crowd in the sleeping-shack I can't recall--first, wild Larry, who taught me how to drill and hid my rawness from the Construction Boss.
gpt
He lent me his gum-boots when the muskeg stiffened into half-frozen slush,
human
And was smashed by the snowslide, Vane went on.
gpt
Then there was Tom, from the boundary country. He packed me back a league to camp the day I chopped my right foot; and went down in the lumber schooner off Flattery. Black Pete, too, who held on to you in the rapid when we were running the bridge-logs through. It was in firing a short fuse that he got his discharge, He raised his free hand, with a wry smile.
human
Gone on--with more of their kind after them; a goodly company. Why are we left prosperous? What have we done?