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To THE north of Quebec and at three 

 thousand feet above sea level the Sep- 

 tember nights are bitter cold, and a col- 

 lapsible stove, weighing perhaps four or 

 five pounds, is a necessity in camp. The 

 tent which without it would be a damp 

 and freezing cavern, becomes a most 

 cheerful and comfortable lodging, an 

 ambulatory home in the wilderness 

 where shelter and dryness and warmth 

 await one. 



While the fire crackles, and the stove 

 grows red-hot, the three messieurs of 

 the party on their sapin couches smoke 

 and talk endlessly of fish and fishing. 

 By how many camp-fires are the same 

 questions propounded, and who shall 

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