The Valley of Vision

mber,

guenay-below the Ile Maligne and above the cataract of Chicoutimi-two birch-bark canoes are floati

shouldered, red-bearded, a fearless canoeman, a good hunter and fisherma

our voyage which conduces to pipe-smoking and convers

s Jean in his old-fashioned patois.

for it claims a nationality which has never exist

sity, of which Jean is sublimely ignorant, "suppose a war should

and relights. Then, between the even strokes o

under the flag of England. But my heart

h the Tricolor and the Union Jack would advance together against the rav

. Even the rest of us, proud of our university culture, were too blind, in those late Victorian days, to see the loo