I am King Hugo this day, and she is my love!"
The trunk was no heavier than many another burden, but there were bronzed
iron bands round, and one of them tore a hole in my blouse at the back. So
I thanked my stars I had not worn my better one.
VII
Some days passed. I was growing tired of my empty occupation, which
consisted in doing nothing but loaf about the place. I went to the foreman
of the gang and asked him to take me on as a lumberman, but he refused.
These gentlemen of the proletariat think a good deal of themselves; they
look down on farm-workers, and will have nothing to do with them. They are
ever on the move, going from one waterway to another, drawing their wages
in cash, and spending a fair part of the same in drink. Then, too, they
are more popular among the girls. It is the same with men working on the
roads or railways, with all factory-hands; even the mechanic is looked
down upon, and as for the farm-hand, he is a very slave!
Now, I knew I could be pretty sure of a place in the gang any day if I
cared to ask the engineer.
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