118 The Hunting Field With Horse and Hound 



From the good old English game of bowling on the green 

 to the grand old Scotch game of curling on the ice, the elderly 

 men have as little break in their accustomed sports as do their 

 sons and daughters. 



Hockey on the grass keeps the young men in fettle for 

 hockey on the ice and vice versa. Skating, tobogganing, snow 

 shoeing and ice carnivals make the winter more active than 

 the summer, and fill out the year with a round of arduous 

 sports that appeals to all. 



The writer speaks of the Canadian sportsmen from a very 

 intimate acquaintance. He has repeatedly met them in inter- 

 national yacht races, a place to try men's souls. For if any- 

 thing will hunt out unsportsmanlike qualities in a man, you 

 can depend upon it an international yacht race will do the 

 work to perfection. 



You may put him, as the writer has, to an even severer 

 test; viz., take him for a companion on a week's hunting trip 

 where you must carry your own kit, and pitch your camp 

 when night overtakes you under a tent or a lean-to of poles 

 and balsam boughs, and unless your experience differs mate- 

 rially from the writer's, you will find him, whatever his faults, 

 a true sportsman, always doing his share, a gentleman and a 

 friend to the end. 



America, to her lasting reproach, has seldom played fair 

 with Canada. As a nation we have chased after the trade 

 and traffic of islands washed by the most distant seas and 

 have slapped in the face our next door neighbour, the best 

 customer we have in the world. We have practised the Golden 

 Rule with Cuba and the Philippines, wliile we have never loved 

 our neighbour as ourselves. 



Instead of cultivating Canada, we have invariably driven 

 her to buy abroad, what she would naturally have bought 

 nearer home. Americans, as a rule, have never appreciated 

 Canada nor the Canadian people, simply because we do not 



