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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 11 of 19.

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  • [start page] - 11 - of days we went out together with Nell and Jack or old Dan and Jerry for a lead of wood or a lead of hay, - and the stacks of hay we put up together with Nell and the loads of logs and firewood in Winter and the fences we put up. --- Endless are the memories: and then there are the days of tramping and hunting, hunting moose in the Fall (tho' often so unlucky), and the trips we made on Beaver River and the Sandy, such as the trip we made with you Syl, by the Beaver to Cold Lake. I see that dear old Banga Valley again - how many hundred spots in its wooded landscape will remind me of him. We both loved the Bush so well, every spot of beauty we saw together and loved together, and there will be even single trees or pictures of bend of creek, or view of lake, that will bring back to mind the very words exchanged in our enthusiasm and zeal. Never to be forgotten also, is the journey we made, the Winter of 1912, far above Mosquito Lake to the headwater of the Sandy, - a real little trip of discovery, and Guy has always said it was the happiest journey of his life, tho' so much shorter than his great trips up into the Arctic. For my part I can safely say it was my happiest journey, and shall I ever forget the little nightly camps we made as we pushed on further northward and northward into that lonely, silent, mystery land and the joy of discovery that was ours, --- the toboggan we pulled so many miles and the little tin store and wee wedge tent, --- what satisfaction we found in it all. --- And those many nights we put in together leaving our outfit behind, so as to travel more rapidly --- nights spent round an open camp fire, right out of somewhere in the hear of the Bush. --- And the long, long talks we had, Guy on the one side of the fire and I on the other, and we talked of the trail, and everything, and of home. [end page]
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