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"Gee!" he cried, "I guess Providence has picked out my first
hike for me."



CHAPTER III
HE STARTS FOR THE LAND OF ELSEWHERE


The International and Atlantic Employment Bureau is a long dirty
room with the plaster cracked like the outlines on a map, hung
with steamship posters and the laws of New York regarding
employment offices, which are regarded as humorous by the
proprietor, M. Baraieff, a short slender ejaculatory person
with a nervous black beard, lively blandness, and a knowledge of
all the incorrect usages of nine languages. Mr. Wrenn edged
into this junk-heap of nationalities with interested wonder.
M. Baraieff rubbed his smooth wicked hands together and bowed a
number of times.
Confidentially leaning across the counter, Mr. Wrenn murmured:
"Say, I read your ad. about wanting cattlemen. I want to make
a trip to Europe. How--?"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, Mistaire. I feex you up right away.
Ten dollars pleas-s-s-s."
"Well, what does that entitle me to?"
"I tole you I feex you up.


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