THE WING-FOOTED 



la Galette, where one is sure of a pleas- 

 ant welcome, a comfortable bed, and the 

 best of country fare. Not an easy com- 

 missariat this to sustain, for chickens, 

 eggs, and even hay must be brought 

 from our host's farm at St. Urbain, 

 eighteen miles down the road we have 

 just travelled. Yonder disconsolate cow, 

 that has learned to eat many things be- 

 sides grass, is probably thinking of the 

 cold journey over the snow she will 

 make on a traineau in February to her 

 stable in the valley, or perhaps she 

 mourns the companion that wandered 

 too far from the house, and, as Madame 

 tells us, was "devoree par les ours." 



In "The Forest," Stewart Edward 

 White has written of the " Jumping-off 

 place." I am not for trying to follow 

 lamely in his footsteps. Let his pen 

 paint for you the outpost in touch, faint- 

 ly and intermittently it may be, but still 

 in touch with London and Paris and 

 New York, with politics, stock-markets, 



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