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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"Corporal Cameron of the North West Mounted Police; a tale of the Macleod trail"

What say? Come
along, stay's long's yeh like. I like yeh fine."
"All right," said Cameron. "Wait till I get my bag, but I ought to tell
you I have had no experience."
"No experience, eh!" Haley pondered. "Well, we'll give it to you, and
anyway you saved me some experience to-day and you come home with me."
When he returned he found Haley sitting on the bottom of the wagon
rapidly sinking into slumber. The effects of the bucket were passing
off.
"What about the groceries, Tim?" enquired Cameron.
"We've got to git 'em," said Tim, "or we'll catch it sure."
Leaving Cameron to wonder what it might be that they were sure to catch,
Tim extracted from his father's pocket the paper on which were listed
the groceries to be purchased, and the roll of bills, and handed both to
Cameron.
"You best git 'em," he said, and, mounting to the high spring seat,
turned the team out of the yard. The groceries secured with Cameron's
help, they set off for home as the long June evening was darkening into
night.
"My! it's awful late," said Tim in a voice full of foreboding. "And
Perkins ain't no good at chores."
"How far is it to your home?" enquired Cameron.
"Nine miles out this road and three off to the east."
"And who's Perkins?"
"Perkins! Joe Perkins! He's our hired man.


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