March 15, 1933

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Cup Racer

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The Man on the Water-Logged Ketch

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The Lighthouse

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Cup Racer

He loved another man’s bride . . .
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The Man on the Water-Logged Ketch

EX-DETECTIVE MALCOLM GOSSETT stood upon the edge of a crumbling and rudely constructed wooden dock and decided that, with infinite pains, skids, misdirections and discomforts, he had found his way into the most godforsaken and dreary hole upon the face of the earth.
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The Lighthouse

IT WAS ODD—and a perplexed frown passed briefly over Laurel Alliston’s face as she glanced over the studiously bent heads of her sixteen young pupils—that she possessed an extraordinary sensation of having been in Spruce Arm before. She knew that she had not.
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The Forbidden Land

EACH SUMMER, some scribe makes a pilgrimage along the reaches of the mighty Mackenzie River, through the far-flung fastnesses of the Northwest Territories and. upon his return, writes a sentimental article upon the wild yet tranquil aspects of the “Land of the Midnight Sun,” the strange people who live the life of “the bully-beef tin,” the “waving plumes of the fierce Mackenzie River huskies” which, in truth, are but a collection of decrepit mongrels of uncertain ancestry.
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Son of the Clouds

IT WAS SAID in the mountain-hemmed Deep River Valley that any male MacLeod weighing less than twelve pounds at birth had been better unborn. Oats from fertile fields of the Clan, venison hoisted homeward upon mighty shoulders, or cream taken from sleek and far-grazing Ayrshires.
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THE WANING HERDS

NOW I SPENT most of the time at Le Bret or in the Cypress Hills. Sometimes, though, I would take trips around the plains. I remember one trip in August, 1873, that took twenty days. I traded at Fort Pelly, Fort Ellice, Riding Mountain, Touchwood Hills and Swan River.
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The West Talks Back

The bold, bad men from out the West. They stole our coat; they stole our vest. And if we gave ’em half a chance They’d surely steal our Sunday pants! PICTURE half-a-dozen enthusiastic Bluenoses singing the above ditty, in heartfelt tones of purest agony, to the tune of "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow.”
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AN EARFUL

IF A ZEBRA on the African veldt loses a portion of his hearing, it’s not a matter of very serious concern except to himself. In a few hours he will have become a choice assortment of steaks and chops for his friend, the lion, in whose menu zebra is always a delectable morsel.
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Grandson of Canada

IN 1792 a surveyor in the entourage of John Graves Simcoe, Upper Canada’s first Lieutenant-Governor, ran a line from Burlington Bay across the Niagara Peninsula to the River Thames. On this line Simcoe began his great road, long to be known as “Dundas Street,” from Lake Ontario to the Detroit River.
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Rubber Cheques and Iron Bars

A LOYSIUS DE COURCY BINKS, of Bad Axe, Michigan, approached the credit manager of a Montreal hotel, carelessly flung down a $200 cheque and asked to get it cashed. Hardly looking up, the credit manager put his initials on the back of the cheque and the Bad Axe citizen went out and cashed it.
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