Every Sunday evening at six o’clock during the salmon-run, the signal gun that marks the beginning of another fishing-week rings out upon the evening air…

One morning in autumn we left Winnipeg by a C.P.R. train to Morden with the avowed intention of visiting the Mennonites of that section, getting…

There is a day in the year 1676 which must ever stand out from the murk of the early centuries as a Red Letter Day…

Not until the waters of the Gut of Canso sweep into the line of one’s vision, does the fact that Cape Breton is an island…

No call sounded by the pipes of this New Era is more insistent than that of the Canadian Sea-coast. One sometimes wonders if Canadians as…

But Harry’s dismal prophecy was not, for the time at least, to come true. Colton steadied down magnificently and Boudinot, Kent and Patterson were easy…

“The Monkey he’s a friend of mine, In fact, I’ve heard it stated That me and he and he and me Is distantly related. I…