It was falling dusk and the long emigrant train was clattering close-packed with its load of somewhat frowsy humanity through the last of the pine forest which rolls westward north of the Great Lakes toward the wide bare levels of Manitoba when Alison Leigh stood on the platform of a lurching car
A bitter wind eddied about her for it was early in the Canadian spring and there were still shattered fangs of ice in the slacker pools of the rivers...
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