So here on this virgin isle, in soil whose sod had never been turned, they sowed from the bins of the slumbering ship.

Wheat and oats and flax, brought from the Argentina plains; potatoes, squash and beet-root; even beans and peas were tried, but with small hope.

And there were women ready to till the soil and work the gardens, women to draw the strangely fashioned ploughshares as willing beasts of burden, to wield the hoe and spade, and to watch for the cherished sprout that was to glorify their deeds.
The ring of the ax resounded in the forest; the clangour of hammer and nail, the rasp of the saw, the clatter of timber went on from dawn to dusk,--for there was no eight-hour law in this smiling land, nor was there any other union save that of staunch endeavour, no other Brotherhood except that of Man.

There was never a question of wage, never a dispute as to hours, never a thought of strike.

Every labourer was worthy of his hire,--and his hire was food! The Doraine was gradually being dismantled.