A FINE-LOOKING HEALTHY YOUNG MAN

asked every probable employer in Chicago whose attention he could secure

if there were any work, and the answer was "No, sir!" This took him till

about the first of May. He had no influence. He had no friend who had

influence, nor any chance to get one. His watch, rings, and scarf-pin

gradually went to the landlady. His shot-gun, field-glass and clothes

were carried to the pawnbrokers. For his musket he got a dollar, and

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