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Outside Kent's as Spring, the glorious Spring of the Northland, and in spite of the death-grip that was tightening in his chest he drank it in deeply and leaned over so that his eyes traveled over wide spaces of the world that had been his only a short tiested this knoll that overlooked both settlean called his hospital It was a structure rough and unadorned, unpainted, and sweetly s with the aroma of the spruce trees from the heart of which its unplaned lu cheer and hope Its silvery walls, in places golden and broith pitch and freckled with knots, spoke joyously of life that would not die, and the woodpeckers cah it were still a part of the forest, and red squirrels chattered on the roof and scampered about in play with a soft patter of feet

"It's a pretty poor specimen of man that would die up here with all that under his eyes," Kent had said a year before, when he and Cardigan had picked out the site "If he died looking at that, why, he just sihed

And noas that poor specilory of the world!

His vision took in the South and a part of the East and West, and in all those directions there was no end of the forest It was like a vast,until the blue sky came down to meet theht of the two thin ribs of steel creeping up foot by foot and mile by mile from Edmonton, a hundred and fifty ainst Nature, the murder of his beloved wilderness For in his soul that wilderness had grown to beof spruce and cedar and balsareat, unused world of river and lake and swareater than his love for ion in the world could have held him, and deeper and deeper it had drawn hi up to hi for hireatest of all books And it was the wonder of it now, the fact that it was near hi for hi to hi to hie happiness even in these hours when he knew that he was dying