Trail-Tales of Western CanadaRobinson, F. A. (Frank Alfred)
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Trail-Tales of Western Canada
Robinson, F. A. (Frank Alfred)
Canadian fiction -- 20th century; Missions -- Canada, Western -- Fiction; Short stories, Canadian
Nevertheless Sam agreed, if the territory was clear, to show the
missioner the snake-room. By way of apology, the old man explained
that he had often told his boss that it was a shame to put men into
such a place without any kind of bed, with no food, and frequently, in
decidedly cold weather, without any heat.
When the opportunity afforded itself, Sam and the missioner went
quietly upstairs and, unseen, entered the snake-room. Accustomed as he
had been to see the effects of alcohol and evil-living, the scene
before the visitor was a fresh and terrible revelation of their
destructive power.
The room was probably fifteen feet square. Its furnishings consisted
of one table and two framed pictures--the latter being advertisements
of "popular brands of whiskies," which were said to have "stood the
test for nearly one hundred years." Some results of the test were upon
the floor.
In order to get inside, Sam had pushed hard against the door, crowding
back the feet of the man nearest. There was scarcely more floor space
than the two men needed to stand on. Curses, snores and groans came
from the filthy, stench-laden mass of men that covered the floor.
Several boards in the wainscotting were spattered with human blood.
One man with a recently made gash across his forehead was lying on his
side, and with eyes closed, kept striking out with his fist, sometimes
hitting the leg of an old man who seemed absolutely paralysed with
liquor, and sometimes hitting the partition. Every blow was
accompanied by profanity.
Partly under the table lay two camp cooks. One of them, Heinrich
Lietzmann, was a most generous individual, and a great favourite with
his fellow-workers. Because of his appearance he was dubbed
"Roly-Poly" Lietzmann. His broken English was very attractive, and
nothing pleased the younger men better than to "get him going" on
international politics. Judging from his terribly bruised face, he had
either fallen heavily or been in a fight. Poor Heinrich made several
attempts to raise himself to a sitting posture, each time falling back
with a disturbing effect on the men nearest him, and receiving
therefore their muttered curses, which he returned in full measure.
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