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When Prescott got up the next morning, dawn was breaking across the muskeg. There was frost in the air, the freight-cars on the side-track and the roofs of the shacks were white, and a nipping breeze swept through the camp. It was already filled with sounds of activity -- hoarse voices, heavy footsteps, the tolling of a locomotive bell, and the rattle of wheels -- and Prescott's new friends were eating in a neighboring shed. Going in, he was supplied with breakfast, and when he left the table the Englishman joined him.
"Have you made up your mind whether you want a job or not? " he asked.