Quite a Reunion

When I got home to Canada we came up on a train up through Oregon, to British Columbia there or to Vancouver and then we took a train from there and we came west or came east rather and I jumped off the train. Like I lived south of the Riding Mountain at the time, and I jumped off the, got off the train at Minnedosa and I caught a ride home to Sandy Lake where I thought my wife would be, because I hadn’t heard from her. She didn’t know I was alive or dead or what and I had two children but I knew that she had relatives, cousins, in Sandy Lake. So I hitched a ride to there and they said that she was out at the farm with her mother and dad so they drove me out there with an old Model-T Ford and it was quite a reunion because they didn’t know if I was living or dead.