They wore long, spreading dove-gray clothes, with a starched white kerchief drawn over the shoulders and across the breast.
Their heads were quaintly white-garbed in stiff winglike coifs, fitting close about the oval of the face.

Then Thorpe sighed comfortably, and closed his eyes and blessed the chance that he had bought a hospital ticket of the agent who had visited camp the month before.

For these were Sisters, and the young man lay in the Hospital of St.Mary.
Time was when the lumber-jack who had the misfortune to fall sick or to meet with an accident was in a sorry plight indeed.

If he possessed a "stake," he would receive some sort of unskilled attention in one of the numerous and fearful lumberman's boarding-houses,--just so long as his money lasted, not one instant more.

Then he was bundled brutally into the street, no matter what his condition might be.