The Drama of the Forests - Romance and Adventure by Arthur Henry Howard Heming
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hinder him from procuring fur enough to pay off his indebtedness, and
to lay up in store twice as much again with which to engage next spring in the delightful battle of wits between white man and red in the Great Company's trading room. II IN QUEST OF TREASURE THE PERFECT FOOL It was an ideal day and the season and the country were in keeping. Soon the trading posts faded from view, and when, after trolling around Fishing Point, we entered White River and went ashore for an early supper, everyone was smiling. I revelled over the prospect of work, freedom, contentment, and beauty before me; and over the thought of leaving behind me the last vestige of the white man's ugly, hypercritical, and oppressive civilization. Was it any wonder I was happy? For me it was but the beginning of a never-to-be-forgotten journey in a land where man can be a man without the aid of money. Yes . . . without money. And that reminds me of a white man I knew who was born and bred in the Great Northern Forest, and who supported and educated a family of twelve, and yet he reached his sixtieth birthday without once having handled or ever having seen money. He was as generous, as refined, and as noble a man as one would desire to know; yet when he visited civilization for the first time--in |
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