It was just after he’d decided that
he was unlikely to make it as a
Rum Runner working out of Vera Cruz,
or a Torpedo fronting up to the tough
Pinkerton Dicks in Frisco that he realised
perhaps he could make a good Snow-Plough
Driver in the streets of Anchorage, Alaska –
surely they needed good Snow-Plough Drivers
so far North!
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