Don't know what he does there, and they're a curious crowd--Dubokars, Russians of sorts, I guess." Blake had seen the Dubokars in other parts of Canada and had found them an industrious people, leading, from religious convictions, a remarkably primitive life.

There were, however, fanatics among them, and he understood that these now and then led their followers into outbreaks of emotional extravagance.
"They make good settlers, as a rule," he commented.

"But, as they don't speak English, how does the fellow get on with them ?" "Told me he was a philologist, when I asked him; then he allowed two or three of them were mystics, and he was something in that line.

He was a doctor once and got fired out of England for something he shouldn't have done.

Anyhow, the Dubokars are like the rest of us--good, bad, and pretty mixed--and the crowd back of Sweetwater belong to the last.
At first, some of them didn't believe it was right to work horses, and made the women drag the plow; and they had one or two other habits that brought the police down on them.