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View of loose item on ScrpBk1_06-verso: typescript of letter written by Georges Destrubé for his family, May 2-25, 1917. Page 10 of 19.

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  • [start page] - 10 - mature and idealistic temperament. He was born to be a man of the frontier and found himself in tune with in in every possible way, --- And wh owould want a better partner. He was a "Sticker" on the trail, game always, and he always chose for his share the heavier burden of the work. --- And how Guy loved that North land. --- Its countless lakes and rivers made their call, its silent forests awed them with their vastness. He loved it, and he loved its freedom and its farness, and its mystery urged him ever onward. He revelled in its Winter hardships and gloried in its swift Summer, and the haunting beauty of <del>th</del> that land filled his heart with joy and great peace. - --- How many times had we not blessed that country of our adoption during those many years, and Guy could never say too much on the subject. To him a pine tree was almost a thing of feeling, they were his companions just as the landscapes were his pictures. Forest sounds, -- the whir and scream of the wild-fowl, the twitter of the birds, the rush of alling water - all were music in Guy's ears, and te beauty of it all suggested to him a lang invested with a spirit or a soul. The rivers were Guy's highways and the hills his landmarks, and whether the country was covered with its winter canopy of snow or its velvet green of summer he loved it just the same, well and worthily. May 16th 1917 Of those many happy <del>[illegible]</del> years spent alone out there with Maurice and Maggie and Syl and Guy how many recollections will I not always have of happy dreamy days spent more or less alone with dear old Guy. We used to work so often together and alone while Maurice looked after the store and Maggie and Sylvie kept the home going. --- The hundreds [end page]
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