A Canadian Bankclerk
Von: J. P. Buschlen
The Ontario village of Hometon rested. It had been doing for so many years. There, in days gone by, pioneers with bushy beards--now long out-of-date, but threatening to sprout again--had fearlessly faced the wolf-haunted forests, relying, no doubt, upon the ferocity of their own appearance to frighten off the devourer.
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