IT WAS not until they were out of town in the rickety Ford that Cal began to feel reasonably at home. In the town he had trotted about after Minnie with a vague sense of being a sort of faithful collie, but now, with the wheel in his hands and the grey belt of road winding up beneath them, he was again master of his destinies.By ROBERT J. C. STEAD54 min
IN THOSE simple, picturesque days of forty years ago, when Ontario apples in the season were to be had for the picking, two lads of Oshawa ambled to school, their pockets a-bulging. At noon times, they lingered in their father’s factory, to chat with Harry, working away on the buggy bodies, to bicker, good-naturedly, with Dick in the blacksmithing shop.By J. HERBERT HODGINS15 min
IF THERE is anything that homes in the sea that, in class, approaches the blue-blooded horse, it is the salmon. And the river he loves so well is the Restigouche. Once upon a time a famous author wrote a fascinating description of killing a salmon; it was enthralling, exciting.By W. A. FRASER9 min
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