A summer on the Canadian Prairie . ^3i5*^ ?= <. ON THE CANADIAN PRAIRIE 205 kin, I trudged up and down those most fascinating hillswhich monopolise miles of distance in apparent momentsof space. I found myself fully six miles from home whenI became aware that I was very tired. In a well-kept garden at the foot of a sugar-loaf hill Inoticed row upon row of potato foliage already in were more forward than any I had seen on thetrail, and carrots, onions, lettuce, and rhubarb gave it theair of an English garden; but there was nothing aboutthe shack to declare its owners English to t
A summer on the Canadian Prairie . ^3i5*^ ?= <. ON THE CANADIAN PRAIRIE 205 kin, I trudged up and down those most fascinating hillswhich monopolise miles of distance in apparent momentsof space. I found myself fully six miles from home whenI became aware that I was very tired. In a well-kept garden at the foot of a sugar-loaf hill Inoticed row upon row of potato foliage already in were more forward than any I had seen on thetrail, and carrots, onions, lettuce, and rhubarb gave it theair of an English garden; but there was nothing aboutthe shack to declare its owners English to the eye un-trained to such distinctions, so I made the journey homewith a rest here and there among the hillocks. Mr. MGusty was sitting on the sidewalk with awealthy landowner on either side in the persons of thelocal doctor and the local iron-goods store proprietor. I was looking for you, he said, as he came towardsme. Some of my youngsters would have been pleasedto take you on the Lake. I told him where I had been. Canadians simply cantundersta
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