. Rod and gun . t the straining reel, and whenonly six fet of line and a much bent rodbrought him alongside, he had powerenough to leap up into the air at thesharp impact of the gaff. Tired out withthe fight we sought the bank and picturedthe bag—a typical hours sport on Van-couver Island. ^^e add to the illustrations a grousethat whirred, with alarmed cry, over thewind-stunted and distorted cedars, just asthe focal, plane shutter of the big cameraran down and impressed the film withthe fact that it was swift enough foreven this rapid birds flight. NO-MANS LAND. BY A. R. DOUGLAS. Far from the
. Rod and gun . t the straining reel, and whenonly six fet of line and a much bent rodbrought him alongside, he had powerenough to leap up into the air at thesharp impact of the gaff. Tired out withthe fight we sought the bank and picturedthe bag—a typical hours sport on Van-couver Island. ^^e add to the illustrations a grousethat whirred, with alarmed cry, over thewind-stunted and distorted cedars, just asthe focal, plane shutter of the big cameraran down and impressed the film withthe fact that it was swift enough foreven this rapid birds flight. NO-MANS LAND. BY A. R. DOUGLAS. Far from the haunts of human ken. Where rugged mountains long to roam, amid the wilds. In Xo-^Ians stand and gaze, by placid lakes, \Miere spreads the golden Xatures wondrous works of art In X^o-Mans Land. !My thoughts oft stray to those quiet nook; ^^here mountain freshets flow,\Miere deep within their woodland lair ^^ild creatures come and yearn once more with them to l)e In Xo-!\Ians Up to Lako Ahmic. A Week in the Canadian Backwoods DAVIXA WATERSON. 4LL night the train had snorted and/\ rattled, rushed forward up fromii \. Toronto, impatiently pulled up atlone little places boasting adepot. While the sun was yet rising insplendour of color we were out at BurksFalls. Ontario. There before us a busstood wdiich surely the first Canadiansettler had brought there. Limply ithung like a box, roughly fastened on thinmuddy wheels and by cord mended strap-pings. Trying to gaze on the view wewere pitched headlong against the oppo-site window, and gripping hard we heldon till the wharf on the ^NlagnetawanRiver came into sight with the whitestof steamers, cleanest of steamers, waitingto finish with graceful manouvres thechapter of journeying we had embarkedon. How good was the smell of steak,taters and onions; when forgetting theview, we drew up to the table. Breakfaston board at six o the morning; fragrant cofl:ee. hot wafifles and syrup. Think ofit, envy
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