AT THE NORTHWEST.
The scene is changed; and we find ourselves transported beyond a
doubt to the far-famed city of Winnipeg--that emporium of wealth,
enterprise and industry which arose from its prairie surroundings as
by the magic of the enchanter's wand.
It is a bright, cheerful day in leafy June, and as one jogs
leisurely adown Main street, there are to be seen many happy smiling
faces.
But we are bent upon important business, and yield not to the more
leisurely inclined side of our nature. A large four-story building
is our destination. Its door posts, windows and available space are
decorated with the inevitable shingle that sooner or later ushers
the professional into the notice of his victims. And this building
was not alone in such style of decoration.
"Dear me, I believe every other man in this place is a lawyer! Sakes
alive--it's worse than being among a nest of hornets." Such was the
exclamation of an elderly lady who had recently arrived, and was out
taking a survey of the town.
And the old lady was not far astray, as Winnipeg has proportionately
more of the legal fraternity than any other city of the Dominion.
But to our subject.
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