"Where is a place to wash?" I asked.
"Over there at the end of the wagon," said the man.
I reached the spot and found some seven or eight men washing from one small tin vessel about half full of soapy water.
Water is a scarce article on the prairies and but little of the precious fluid is used for washing purposes.
I washed the corners of my eyes, but there was no towel, comb nor brush to be had, and I made my way to the breakfast table.
The table was one long plank, supported at either end by a barrel.
The plates, saucers and knives were all made of tin.
The grub was well cooked and of good variety. The table was soon cleared and it was now to the wheat fields.
On the third day at noon both White and myself had gotten enough of the harvest fields and, receiving our pay, set out on foot for Vernon.