I now got a job working for the D. & Riogrande Railroad shops, in a welding shop. I rented a house in the city and we went along fine for a while. That was in the west side of the city, the fifth ward, Pioneer stake.

My job there on the floor shop was a disagreeable one. I was fireman and had to stand against that welding fire all day, and be overheated and be sent outside for something and then cool off.

The fifth of Feb. we were blessed with a fine little son. We gave him a good name of George Wilson. He was a wonderful baby when a week old, he smiled at me when he was lying in his cradle. I looked him right in the face.

I at last took sick with pneumonia and had to go to the St. Mark Hospital for a long time. When I was turned out I was not over my sickness and never got my strength back, so I was now in a poor fix. I was just unable to work, and no way to make a living.

My folks invited me to come back to Canada.