CHAPTER IX 

 Canada 



It was whilst I was in New York, during the summer 

 of 191 2, that I met Mr. George Pratt, a member of 

 the well-known Camp Fire Club. He was greatly 

 interested in my work, and suggested that I should 

 go up to his place in Canada, where he was certain 

 that I should be able to secure some pictures of moose. 



I accepted the invitation gladly. My route lay 

 through Montreal, Quebec, and Newcastle. From 

 tlie latter place it was a matter of going a hundred 

 and thirty miles on horseback, which also meant getting 

 a very good idea of that part of the Dominion. The 

 country Vv^as full of fine timber, with numerous rivers 

 and beautiful lakes. Formerly it was one of the 

 great hunting-grounds of the Red Indian, who found 

 game there in abundance. But, alas ! to-day both 

 the game and the Red Indian have disappeared before 

 the advance of civilisation. 



The Red Indian had to go, of course. He belongs 

 to one of those races which cannot thrive side by side 

 with the white man. No amount of legislation or 

 care would have preserved him for long. Really, he was 



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