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^ Canoe Trip Thru the Quebec Country 
By HERBERT G. FOOTE 
to breathe the sweet, pine scented air 
from the mountain tops”—and on he 
raves till I wonder who pays for his 
stationery. Well, what can you do 
T HERE’S no doubt but that I’d 
have made a lot more “dough if 
I had stayed in the States 
last summer and ranged the 
country-side, giving credulous m’sieur Entrez, Entrez!” he 
farmers “the latest, most com- Enti ez, m sieur, n i , 
plete and authentic edition of the beamed an enthusiastic French welcom 
History of the World War with _ # the hospitality of the Canadian woods- 
over 1,000 pages and 500 wonder- man prover bial. The writer takes us into 
ful illusrations (deep breath) f ^ Hudson > s Bay Country, 
bound in genuine waterproof and lllc , , .. „ 
wear resisting Russian Keratol, Who can read tales of white wa er and 
for only ten-fifty—a mere song, wilderness campfires without himselt desir- 
considering the value, y’under- - n g to become a voyager of the North? 
stand.”. In other words, selling 
books. 
And I’d probably have slept in 
feather beds instead of on rocks, and 
eaten from the sumptuous red linen 
and clean white 
china of our Ameri¬ 
can farmer, may Al¬ 
lah bless him, in¬ 
stead of from the 
depths of the tin 
pan, the aluminum 
kettle and the black 
frying pan of camp. 
But then Jerry 
writes me, a few 
days after I begin 
tearing the numbers 
off of April, that 
“he’s going to break 
away from this arti¬ 
ficial life of civiliza¬ 
tion — to fare forth 
into the wilderness— 
with a man in that critical condition. 
Of course we had been in the pines 
and burnt the bacon before, but 
the old wanderlust seems to re¬ 
turn as often, as new, as strong 
and insistent as the bursting of 
spring floods. We’re all in the 
same boat; do you remember last 
spring when the first fresh warm 
breezes came calling through the 
window? You get out your fish¬ 
ing tackle, go over your camping 
outfit and begin to study time¬ 
tables and the Atlas. 
He wanted to go to Canada. 
Surely now, that’s nothing un¬ 
usual or abnormal, I write him. 
Everybody who has a car and a few ex¬ 
tra dollars goes to Canada along that 
nice new boulevard 
up to Montreal—and 
they all stop at 
Montreal to spend 
their two weeks 
changing “silver sol¬ 
ids” into “red liq- 
THRt THE LOG- 
CHUTE AND INTO 
THE BOIL OF 
WHITE WATER 
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«Nu, 
uids” and putting 
the “r. Is” under 
their belts. But he 
writes back that’s 
just what he wants 
to get away from— 
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