ction was necessary. I may have
been mistaken, but I think not."

"Mistaken!" cried Fahey, with a great oath. "I tell you, Maclennan,
we've had a close shave. We may, perhaps, explain that one man's death,
but if six or eight men had gone out of this camp in the condition in
which the doctor says they were, the results would have been not only
deplorable as far as the men are concerned, but disastrous to us with
the public. Why, good heavens above! what a shave it was! Dr. Bailey, I
am proud to meet you," continued Fahey, putting out his hand. "You had
a most difficult situation to deal with and you handled it like a
general."

"I quite agree with you," said Maclennan, shaking Dr. Bailey warmly by
the hand. "The measures were somewhat drastic, but something had to be
done. Go right on, Doctor. When Craigin is on his feet again we'll send
him out."

"Mr. Craigin will be quite fit to work in a day or so. But I would
suggest that he keep his place. You can't afford to lose a man of his
force."

"Well, well, we'll see, we'll see."

"Dr. Bailey, I'd like to see your hospital arrangements. Mac will be
busy just now and will excuse us."

The next two hours the General Manager spent in extracting from Dr.
Bailey his theories in regard to camp sanitation and the care of the
sick. Finding a listener at once so sympathetic and so intelligent, Dr.
Bailey seized the opportunity of expatiating to the fullest extent upon
the theme which, during the last few months, had been absorbing his
mind.

"These camps are wrongly constructed in the first instance--every
one that I have seen. Almost every law of sanitation is ignored. In
location, in relative position of buildings, the disposal of refuse, the
treatment of the sick and injured, the whole business reveals atrocious
folly and ignorance. For instance, take this camp. The only thing that
prevents an outbreak of typhoid is the cold weather. In the spring
you will have a state of things here that will arrest the attention
of Canada. Look at the location of the camp. Down in a swamp, with a
magnificent site five hundred yards away," pointing to a little plateau
further up the hill, clear of underbrush and timbered with great pines.
"Then look at the stables where they are. There are no means by which
the men can keep themselves or their clothes clean. Their bunks, some
of them, are alive with vermin, and the bunk-house is reeking with all
sorts of smells. At a very little more