Harold Edward Bindloss

Harold Edward Bindloss

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Portrait of Harold Edward Bindloss Harold Edward Bindloss The Greater Power — X: The Calling Cañon (1909)

Nasmyth and Mattawa pulled the canoe out, and when they sat down and lighted their pipes, Wheeler grinned as he drew up his duck trousers and surveyed his knees, which were raw and bleeding. Then he held up one of his hands that his comrades might notice the blisters upon it. He was a little, wiry man with dark eyes, which had a snap in them.
"Well," he observed, "we're here, and I guess any man with sense enough to prefer whole bones to broken ones would wonder why we are. It's most twelve years since I used to head off into the Bush this way in Washington."
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Portrait of Harold Edward Bindloss Harold Edward Bindloss The Greater Power — X: The Calling Cañon (1909)

Those pine-shrouded hillsides are strewn with mighty fallen trees, amid which the tangled underbrush grows tall and rank, and, where the pines are less thickly spaced, there are usually matted groves of willows, if the soil is damp. They pitched camp on the edge of the valley, and Gordon and Nasmyth prepared supper, while Wheeler cut firewood and Mattawa went out to prospect for the tracks of feeding deer.
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Portrait of Harold Edward Bindloss Harold Edward Bindloss The Greater Power — X: The Calling Cañon (1909)

Wheeler, the pulp-mill manager, was waiting for his machinery, and, Nasmyth had finished the dam. When they planned the journey for pleasure, Mattawa and Gordon had gone with them ostensibly on a shooting trip. There are game laws, which set forth when and where a man may shoot, and how many heads he is entitled to, but it must be admitted that the Bush-rancher seldom concerns himself greatly about them. When he fancies a change of diet, he goes out and kills a deer.
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