A Woman's Way Through Unknown Labrador

terest in Mr. Hubbard's face when he c

ined the very pleasing information that we were shortly to receive a, for us, rather large sum of money. It wa

ake my Labrador trip whether anyone s

the ring of a great enthusiasm, for he had seen a

e book was open at the map of Canada, and there on the other page were pictures of Indians dressed in skins with war bonnets on their heads; pictures of white hunters also dressed in skins, paddling bark

ow New York. A branch runs back in England to John Rogers the martyr. It is the boast of this family that none of the blood has ever been known to "show the white feather." Among those ancestors of recent date of whose deeds he was specially proud, were the great-grandfather, Samuel Rogers, a pioneer preacher of the Church of Christ among the ear

for his future home. He had taught in a school for a time in his young manhood; but the call of the out-of-doors was too strong, and forth he went again. When the

and then flying into a rage because he could not do it. The first great trouble came with the advent of a baby sister who, some foolish one

that his mother's heart was still

h some neighbour who had dropped in, of the early days when they had hunted deer and wolves and wild turkeys over this country where were n

ther had done. He grew so slowly; but the years did pass, and at last one day the boy almost died of gladness when his father to

lso a first

to throw stones. It was necessary, however, to be careful what was aimed at. The birds m

e had a stone in his hand. He didn't quite have time to think before the stone was gone and the bird dropped dead. Dumb with horror the two gazed at each other. Beyond doubt all he coul

n. The days on which his father accompanied him along the banks of the St. Joe, or to some more distant stream, were very specially happy ones. His

ake a larger part in life and interest to reach out to human beings, again his question was "Why?" So when other heroes took their places beside

the oft-repeated tales of frontier life in which the courage, endurance, and high honour of his own pioneer forefathers stood out strong and clear, it was but natural that the boy under the apple trees should feel romance in every bit

was born also with an exquisitely tender and sympathe

he boy petitioned for its life and carried it away. It came back. Again it wa

t night she trotted off to bed hugging the new treasure close. The boy did not love dolls; but when he

Indian owners had gone to the bush leaving him to fare as he might through the coming winter. When our canoe pushed out into the river there was an extra passenger. We br

him to Northern Michigan where be found a wider range than he had yet known, and in the great pine forests of that country he did his first real exploring. Here were clear, cold streams with their tr

hat come to those of such a nature while they grope in the dark for that which they are fitted to do. He reached out in many directions in his effort to provide the needful money to enable him to take his course, but without a sense

unning and boxing. The contest was as the wine of life to him. He was active in the literary and debating societies, and prominent in the Student's Christian Association, attending and taking part in the w

degree, delighting to take "beats" from un

still in Ann Arbor, j

he University, left on

a Detroit evening pap

why he had changed

uestion replied: "Haven't a word to say. I really don't know anything new at all." Then with a smile which h

sm and without the smile. That very evening, in big headlines on the first page, it was announced tha

unavailing. The despatch had stirred up the officials in Washington, and the morning papers that printed the President's explanation printed over

ch of the two years of his newspaper work there was spent in Lansing covering State politics

er a beautiful simplicity, a gentleness and interest that rarely failed to disarm and win admission where he desired to enter. Added to this equipment were a fine

usy life, one hero rose surely to a place above all others, a place that was never usurped-"the man, Christ

elming work and care and loneliness hungered for human love and sympathy, giving so generously of its own great store, receiving so little in return. Here he found the strong purpose, the indomitable will, the courage

rve in the great city. It was a struggle. He knew no one, had letters to no one, but that was rather as he wished it than otherwise. He liked to test his own fitness. It meant risk, but he knew his own capabilities and believed

ointments, much weariness, and a long fast which came near to persuading him that h

he West, of whose presence in the city he was aware, met him. Among the first questions was: "Do you need money?" and forthwith a generous fifteen dollars was placed in his hand. T

ng the best work to do here?"

hy

ause you'

er leaving the hospital. "Many good lessons in human nature. Learned much about who are the real friends, who may be trusted to a finish, who are not quitters, but it shall not be written." During the period of his convalescence which he spent among the Shawangunk Mountains of Sullivan County, New York, he decided that if it were possible

rote his friend,

at the House. I shall sit in the window with my feet higher than my head, and wear a one-hundred-and-fifty-dollar-a-week air of nonchalance. When the festive Detroit reporter shys past looking hungrily at the cafe, I'll look at my watch with a wonder-if-it's- time-to-dress-for-dinner air and fill his soul with envy. T

ear, to the same friend who was then i

ition. I made a firm resolution some months ago that a certain portion of Canada should be annexed to the United States. I am here fostering annexation sentiment, and have succeeded so well that the consent is unanimous, and the annexati

d Mrs.

dley,

________ of t

___

IDAS HUB

January 29th, to a quiet Canadian town. On January 31st a quiet wedding in a little church in New York, and then five mo

gave the Atlantic Monthly two articles, "The Moonshiner

lage in the beautiful Mamakating valley. Here he hunted and fished and worked, February found him on a snowshoe

lf into the work with characteristic energy and enthusiasm, and his influence on the magazine was marked from the first. He soon succeeded in projecting into

a great swirl on the water. You don't see th

year a vacation trip to the north shore of Lake Superior gave him two ar

ns were made. On May 13th it was arranged with the magazine that it should go as an Outing expedition. The preparation he

ore it a long time discussing plans and possibilities. Then an eager, happy face was turned to

led from New York w

came that short messa

n the interior

ch took from the hearts of those who loved him best the intolerable bitterness,

undaunted heart that traversed it. Almost the mos

e it gave him a chance to l

d to "look up

"every day

sullen, a break in the dark veil lets through a splash of glorious sunshine. It is so very beautiful as it falls into the gloom that your breath draws in quick and you watch it with a

ee it moving steadily on again, out over the marsh with its bordering evergreens, touching with beauty every place it falls upon

is

more grimly solemn and sombre, the wind is cold, the lake da

en it i

not forge

still shin