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To prevent my old friends from forgetting
me, I drop you a few lines. Where is "Joseph
Farm?" it is our post-office for the "St. Joseph
Fish and Game Clhb,'' of which i have been a
' member from the beginning of its organization
eleven years ago. Our club preserves, consisting
t . of four tine lakes and a river, constitute our
Canadian Paradise. Mountains, hills, valleys,
winding river, woods, and myriads of exquisite
wild flowers make up our summer play ground.
Our lakes are full of bass, pike, trout; and our
woods abound with grouse?what are called
pheasants in the mountains of Virginia.
Miany fine deer, bear, wolverine occasionally,
^ .. and great timber wolves. One can go out
and catch all the fishes needed for food for
our arty in a morning, or in the afternoon
snoot a dozen grous/If he is fortrm&ef *nd ^
in the latter part of the summer we have
plenty of duck who stop over here on their
way from Hudson's Bay to the Chesapeake
hiuI Gulf of Mexico.
We spend our mornings usually fishing,
and the afternoons hunting, iknid in the evenings
we come into the club hduse parlor and
tell stories, read, write letters, and at 9:30
have prayers and go to bed to sleep the sleep
of the just. On Sunday afternoons we have
a regular service in the parlor, with sermon.
We have an organ and a lot of hymn books.
The guides and family which takes care of I
1,.^ us come in to the services and we enjoy the
solemn worship of God in the far away regions
of the North.
We have the finest sunsets here, each more
beautiful than the one before, -and very often
the glorious Aurora Borealis, that marvelous
> mystery of the northern sky.
Last week we, two gentlemen and five
ladies, took a 3 days' trip to Lake Schigan.
The name is French for bass. The club has
a six-room shack over there, five miles from
our club house at Lake St. Joseph. We had
a great time catching bass and pike. The
largest bass weighed four pounds. Just
across the lake is Rev. DonaldGuthrie's house
t where be has been residing since he left Baltimore
a year and a half ago.
Ochigan lake is about two miles long and
varies in width from one mile to two hun- t
dred yards at the narrowest place. It is
?10 \ surrounded by the mountain range and is one
raost beautiful lakes I have seep in Canada.
We have two twin lakes called ''.Tramboiae,''
V* -* French for raspberry, and anotty|j|^tfHed *&Mt
rV>'3H Lake, a singularly beautiful body of water well
^ stocked with fine, trout. '
We tmd a charm m these Laurentian Mountains
and valleys. The "call of' the wild" comes
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to us in the hot cities of the South. We hear
the mountain's invitation, the whisper of the
cool evening breeze, and the murmur of the dark
rivers of this spruce and fir clad land. We walk
and sail along its solitary courses, we listen to
the voices of the forest and sky, merely killing
enough game for food. We open our hearts
to what the woods, rivers, lakes, mountains and
fiowers hiave to say. They speak to us, and the
sum of their utterances is one great word, the
greatest word?God. That is the one predominating
thought of all the things we see and hear.
& &ermon in ftfipme
It isn't the thing you do, dear,
It's the thing yhu leave undone
That gives you a bit of the heartache
At the setting of the sun.
The tender word forgotten;
The letter you did not write;
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ine nowers you did not send, dear,
Are your haunting ghosts at night.
The stone you might have lifted
Out of a brother's way;
The bit of heartsome counsel
You were hurried too much to say;
The loving touch of the hand, dear
The gentle winning tones,
Which you had no time nor thought for,
With troubles enough of your own.
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Those little acts of kindness'
So easily out of mind, \
Those chances to be angels
Which we poor mortals find.
Th?v come in nierht. arid silence.
Each sad, reproachful wraith
When hope is faint and flagging
And a child has fallen on faith.
For life is all too short, dear,
And sorrow is all too great,
To suffer our soul compassion
That tarries until too late,
And it isn't the thing you do, dear,
It's the thing you leave undone,
Which gives you a bit of a heartache
At the setting of the sun.
?Margaret Sangster.
They all say, "He made us <and not we ourselves.
We are the creatures of his hands."
Our club Dreserves are one hundred miles
nortji of Ottowa, from which we came about
ninety miles by train and eight by spring wagon.
Maniwakl is the terminus of the Canadian Pacific
branch road, and is the last village; beyond
there being no town until you reach the nortV
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pole, and according to Commodore Peary there
is no settlement there. His American Hag rolls
to the breeze alone today where- He set it on his
famous trip to the top of the world.
The Canadians are greatly excited about the
proposed reciprocity treaty with the United
States. The solid, conservative people I have met
are bitterly opposed to reciprocity, and declare
that it will be injurious to Canadian transportation
lines and manufacturers. It is great,
question, but my interest in Canada leads me
to say that I do hope nothing will be done to
mar or impede the present splendid progress
of our great and noble sister of the Nortji.
The distressing ease of Lynching in the
neighborhood of Philadelphia, and other like
oases in the United States, north and south,
leads me to ask the question why are lynchings
and other crimes so common in the ^
United States, and so uncommon in Canada? s_
I venture to suggest that the reason is, in
Canada the Holy Bible is a text book in the
public schools, and in the Uni$Sd States it * - , <,
is not. The only way to make men good is
to teach them God's word. If any man ,
thinks that teaching geography a^d arithmetic
will save America he fails to read the
daily papers, which contain an appalling
history of crime.
Josenb P?rm
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Province of Quebec, Canada.
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D. L. Moody, speaking on (me occasion of
the kind of men that are most needed in the
world today, said: 4 4 Some men are afraid of
being too religious. What we need today is
men who believe deep down in their souls
what they profess. The world is tired and sick
of sham. Let your whole heai^sj^Tmwto up
to God's service. Aim high. GotTwants us
all to be his ambassadors. It is a position
higher than that of any monarch on earth
to be a herald of the cross, but you must be
filled with the Holy Spirit. A great many
people are afraid to be filled with the Spinr
of God?afraid of being called fanatics. You
are not good for anything until the world
considers you a fanatic. Fox said that every
Quaker ought to shake the country ten
miles around. What does the Scripture say:
'One shall chase a thousand, and two shall put
ten thousand to flight. It takes about a thousapd
to chase one now. Why? Because they
are afraid of being too religious. What does
fihis world want today? Men?men that are out
and Out for God, and not half heaqked in their