204 NEWFOUNDLAND 



at any rate he has lived and known. One who has lived 

 much in that great world, where there is no pretence, 

 must feel chilled when he stands amid a gallery of cold 

 faces and listens to the vapid talk of men and women in 

 whose lives he cannot bear a part. In the wonders of the 

 eternal forests those vast spaces are real and earnest, whilst 

 the voices that speak to him are those of friends. 



