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Page contains a typescript of a letter from George S. Hanes to Guy Destrubé, dated January 18, 1917. Hanes writes about their travels in Northern Canada., the war, and his re-election as Mayor of North Vancouver. Page also contains a typescript of a letter written by J. R. R. Creelman after the death of Guy Destrubé, dated 26 April 1917.
Transcript- [start page] GEORGE HANNS TO GUY. COPY Mayors Office North Vancouver, B.C. January 18th 1917. My dear Friend Guy, Creelman and I received your post <del>to</del> today and I can assure you we were very pleased to hear from you, because we have often wondered the past few months whether you had crossed the Styx yet. I have often thought of you, and have at times been very anxious to get some idea of what hardships you have been through. We received your letter in which you referred to the rivers of Northern Canada, and we agree with you that the three of us had a wonderful trip through that practically unknown country, and as I remember it, the scenery along the Hay was almost perfect, I eman it was very park-like and an ideal place for a summer trip. I often think of the sqaw on the Hay River, picking the lice from the hair of one of her children, and eating some of them, and allowing the kid to crack the balance of them with his thumb nail on a lard pail cover. If I remember correctly, there was a dish full of entrails from ducks or geese which I suppose they would have for desert at some meal.I am sure it would be a pleasure for any of us to spend a few months in that great Northland of ours, without any cares or worries. I have often pictured you in my mind, sitting under your little sheet of canvas (about 6 x 8), and warming yourself by your fire, or eating your daily allowance of bannock and bacon, or rolled up in your blanket under that piece of canvas, sleeping so sound that the devil himself could not wake you. I would suppose that our German friend John, who travelled with us for a few days, must have been interned when he reached civilization. If he were around here I would have him interned immediately. One thing that always has, and always will stand out foremost in my memory of you, is the fact that no matter whether we tried to walk 30, 35, 40 or 50 miles per day (as you know we almost did), you never said once that I was going too far per day or too fast, but you always showed that, no matter how tough our circumstances, you were game and never complained. That, to my <del>mind</del>, way of thinking, was an excellent exhibition of your true worth. ---- When we came out that Fall in 1914 I came home to North Vancouver, and in January 1915, I was elected Mayor of North Vancouver City for 1915, also re-elected Mayor for 1916, and during September 1916 was elected as a Liberal member of Parliament for B.C. to represent the North Vancouver Constituency. My term as Mayor expired last week, and I did not run again, although I was sure of re-election, but it would not look well to hold the two jobs. --- So you will see that we made a clean sweep. I am not boasting, but you will see that we had a duty here to save our own province financially and politically. After our session is over I will probably feel lost, and if Premier Lloyd George decides to fight to a finish, I may yet be in the mix-up, because our sympathies are all with Great Britain and the Allies, and we are prepared to stay with it to the end. I still remember the day we were told about the war. The Frenchman behind Vermilion told us about all the nations at war, and we couldn't credit it. We had left the world so peacable when we paddled down stream from Athabasca. The cows, chickens and the farm house looked good to us, and the old Cayuse we had would not go into the stable. It thought that a trap was set. It loved the fresh air too much. The Frenchman must have [end page]
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