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remains of the watchman who gave the of steel I forwarded through a friend 

 warning cry of — to Mr. (now Sir) James Lemoine, of 

 "Coo-coo-coo-ho." Quebec, and very probably it is in his 

 Many years ago fire swept all down collection of curios to-day, an interest- 

 the mighty St. Maurice. For hundreds in:g reminder of early Canadian history, 

 of miles it licked up everything in its In many places about the upper St.' 

 path. Since then a second growth of Maurice can be plainly seen at the 

 trees has sprung up, in fact are big trees mouth of some river tributary to the 

 themselves. Amongst these, bordering parent stream, overgrown bowl-like ex- 

 on the portage and about where the old cavations in which some time in the 

 chief said the massacre took place, I long ago hid Iroquois ambuscading the 

 delved in several places. Bones I found, unsuspecting inland Indian as he floated 

 but so brown and decayed by time that out into the lake. But the fight at Coo- 

 it was impossible to say if of human be- coo-cache wiped out many back scores 

 ings or animals. But one relic I did and the Algonquins remained at peace 

 find which of itself was almost conclu- ever after. In 1765 the Nor-West Com- 

 sive evidence that the story was true, pany established a post at Weymonta- 

 and that was a rusty two-edged bayo- chingue, fifty miles north of Coo-coo- 

 net, such as the French used in those cache, which reverted to the Hudson's 

 days. I unearthed this from the back Bay Company at the coalition of the two 

 of a half-burnt, half-rotten monarch of companies in 1821. That post and one 

 the primitive forest, a tree that the rag- built at Coo-coo-cache are still kept 

 ing fire failed to consume in its pas- open as trading places for the Algon- 

 sage. This valuable antiquarian piece quins. 



THE HIGHWAY 



By FRANK LEO PINET 



1. 



Life is a highway wondrous, fair, 



And we are but pilgrims journeying there. 



2. 



And it's here the rain and there the rain, 

 But ever the sun comes out again ; 



3- 



And it's over the hill and under the hill, 

 But ever the way leads onward still; 



4- 



And it's here a stone and there a stone, 



And it's many a mile one must go alone; 



5- 



And it's here a foe and there a friend, 



And many the turn, and, at last, the end. 



6.' 

 Life is a highway wondrous, fair, 



And we are but pilgrims journeying there. 



