IN AUDUBON'S LABRADOR 



At Ellis Bay, Anticosti, on the fourth morn- 

 ing of the voyage from Montreal, we landed 

 the enterprising manager of lumbering inter- 

 ests for M, Menier, the feudal lord of this 

 great island. Some ten years before, this young 

 man, a New Yorker, heard that the island of 

 Anticosti, one hundred and forty miles long 

 by thirty broad, was for sale, and tried to in- 

 terest an AmericaJi millionaire in it, but failed. 

 Henri Menier, the chocolate king of France, 

 heard of it and cabled the young man to meet 

 him in Paris. The interview resulted in the 

 purchase of the island and the establishment 

 of the New Yorker as manager of lumbering 

 interests, a position he has since held. With 

 his family he spends his summers at Anticosti, 

 his winters in New York. Henri Menier died 

 and the younger brother, Gaston, was at the 

 island in 1914 when the war broke out. He 

 hurried back to France to find his chateau in 

 the possession of the Germans. From our point 

 at anchor we could see the storehouses, the 

 manager's house, and the Menier mansion; 

 this from a distance did not look particularly 

 impressive until we were told it contained 

 eighteen bathrooms. The manager, with his 

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