cattle. Low fee. Easy work. Fast boats. Apply International
and Atlantic Employment Bureau,--Greenwich Street.


"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.