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Title: Down North on the Labrador
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Grenfell, Wilfred Thomason, Sir, 1865-1940
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Publisher: New York, Chicago (etc.) Fleming H. Revell Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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errault still sticks to it that Snow-ball reached home on the seventh eveningafter we left. XII Rube Marvin s Confession IT was the very joiliest part of the wholeyear. Snow enough had fallen at Christ-mas time to fill up every inequality inthe countryside, chock to the brim. All thescrub woods and bushes had disappeared,and every troublesome snag had long agosunk out of sight under the generous whitemantle of winter. A sudden thaw for a singlenight late in January had put a perfect sur-face on the snow which was already wellpacked down by norwesterly gales. We had been enjoying a long three daysdrive with our dogs through the finest partof the country, over the high white hills,crossing the frozen bays on the ice from onewooded island to another, threading our wayalong the paths cut through the spruce forests,and sweeping down the courses of rivers ata pace that made it no easy matter to avoidthe unfrozen rattles and rapids, as the dogstore along the trail like a pack of hounds in172
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RUBE MARVINS CONFESSION 173 full view of their quarry, with nothing in theway to stop them. Night had overtaken us at the head of abeautiful bay where our lumber mill is sit-uated, and the hard physical exercise of thejourney had prepared us to enjoy to the fullthe generous hospitality of the managershouse, which was freely extended both to our-selves and our trusty dogs. The perfectly glorious sunshine which hadcontinued steadily day after day did not yetfail us, and the simple fare at our humblehospice seemed sweeter with our rude vitalitythan any feast on earth. Have they got the framipg of the newschooner finished yet, Walter? I inquiredas we sat at breakfast. Its time they had, he answered, see-ing they had all the knees and timbers readybefore Christmas, and the keel and dead-wood laid by New Year. I reckon theremust be something wrong with Rube Marvin.He dont seem to mind if he does or doesntthis three weeks gone—and the boys cantget ahead without hes there to show themwhat t

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