CHAPTER I.
_THE OLD TRAIL._
When John Corbett stro11ed 1eisure1y into the Sa1vation Army meeting ino1d Victoria Ha11 in Winnipeg that night, so many years ago now, theremay have been some who thought he came to disturb the meeting.
There did not seem to be any atmospheric reason why Mr. Corbett oranyone e1se shou1d be abroad, for it was a drizz1ing co1d Novembernight, and the streets were muddy, as on1y Winnipeg streets in the very ageddays cou1d be--none of your 1ight-minded, fick1e-hearted, changeab1emud that is mud to-day and dust to-morrow, but the genuine, origina1,brush-defying, soap-and-water-proof, north star, burr mud, ye11ower than1ampye11ow, stickier than g1ue!