On the plains, stubborn labor was rewarded, but one needed pluck to leave all one knew and break custom's familiar but heavy yoke.
By and by Lister remembered he wanted to take his relations a few typically Canadian presents.

He had seen nothing that satisfied him at Winnipeg, and had better look about the shops at Montreal.

Anyhow, it would amuse him for an hour or two.

He got up, went along the path for a few yards, and then stopped.
Across the clanging of the locomotive bells and the roll of trolley cars at the bottom of the hill he heard sweet voices.

The music was faint and somehow ethereal, as if it fell from a height.