Or a hard-working coal miner emigrates to Canada. The man has brains as well as hands. Other coal miners emigrate at the same time, but this man is as keen as a razor in foresight and care. From coal miner he becomes coal manager, from manager {xi} operator, from operator owner, and dies worth a fortune that the barons of the Middle Ages would have drenched their countries in blood to win. The man's name is James Dunsmuir. Or it is a boy clerking in a departmental store. He emigrates. When he goes back to England it is to marry a lady in waiting to the Queen. He is now known as Lord Mount-Stephen. What was the secret of the success? Ability in the first place, but in the second, opportunity; opportunity and room for shoulder swing to show what a man can do when keen ability and tireless energy have untrammeled freedom to do their best. Examples of the _émigrés'_ success could be multiplied. It is more than a mere material success; it is eternal proof that, given a fair chance and a square deal and shoulder swing, the boy born penniless can run the race and outstrip the boy born to power. "Have you, then, no _menial_ classes in Canada?" asked a member of the Old Order. "No, I'm thankful to say," said I. "Then _who_ does the work?" "The workers." "But what's the difference?" "Just this: your menial of the Old Country is the child of a menial, whose father before him was a menial, whose ancestors were in servile positions to other people back as far as you like to go,--to the time when men were serfs wearing an iron collar with the brand of the lord who owned them. With us no stigma is attached to work. _Your_ menial expects to be a menial all his life. With our worker, just as sure as the sun rises and sets, if he continues to work and is no fool, he will rise to earn a competency, to improve himself, to own his own labor, to own his own home, to hire the labor of other men who are beginners as he once was himself." "Then you have no social classes?" "Lots. The _ups_, who have succeeded; and the _half-way ups_, who are succeeding; and the _beginners_, who are going to succeed; and the _downs_, who never try. And as success doesn't necessarily mean money, but doing the best at whatever one tries, {xii} you can see that the _ups_ and the _halfway ups_, and the _beginners_ and the _downs_ have each their own classes of special workers." "That," she answered, "is not democracy; it is revolution." She was thinking of those Old World hard-and-fast divisions of society into royalty, aristocracy, commons, peasantry. "It is not revolution," I explained. "It is rebirth! When you send your _émigré_ out to us, he is a made-over man."