A CHRISTMAS JAUNT 



the tides of the great river he looked out 

 on for eighty years fill its bed. What 

 he leaves behind him will raise no marble 

 palace, no memorial tomb, but none the 

 less will his legacy to mankind live when 

 these have crumbled to dust, for verily 

 it is the things not seen that are eternal. 

 Crossing the broad expanse of the 

 Grand Lac, Coq's rusty tail streamed 

 out to leeward, for the wind was again 

 blowing sharply from the north, and on 

 the other side of the lake the drifts be- 

 tween the fences were higher than ever. 

 The way was unbroken, as the country- 

 folk neither travel nor attempt to make 

 the road passable opposite their farms 

 while snow is falling or drifting. Very 

 soon it was clear that if we were to get 

 forward another horse must be charter- 

 ed, so overtures were made to a strap- 

 ping young fellow who had seemingly 

 planned out a day of leisure for himself, 

 but whose good-nature at length pre- 

 vailed. With his ~berlot in the lead and 



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