They told me then that they were bound for the "Twin Cities" to pick up a fortune.

Have you heard from them lately, Mrs.McDonald?
Are they prospering ?" The police authorities of Saint Paul and Minneapolis were notified, and although correspondence was exchanged, nothing was accomplished.

For two more months Mrs.McDonald waited in vain, hoping against hope that at least they would send a letter to appease her piteous fears as to their fates, while in the meantime she faded away to a mere shadow of her former self, and then suddenly decided to quit the reservation forever.
It seemed as if she wished to tear herself away from the place which had brought to her such merciless misfortune.

She decided to move into Canada, in those days a newly discovered Eldorado, to which all those turned who were willing to work and to hustle while tempting fickle fortune.
On the evening preceding the day Mrs.McDonald and Donald were to depart, after we had finished our suppers, we presented her with a purse of fifty dollars, that we had made up among ourselves, as a token of the high esteem in which we held the unfortunate woman, and too, to assist and cheer her on the journey into an unknown land.

Then we filed back to our bunk house, and while we sat about its single room, the gloom that seemed to hold us, spoiled all desire to open a conversation, as the widow's departure meant the loss of one who had been almost a mother to us rough and homeless laborers.