Summary

Harry Jeffs Homes and Careers in Canada

It used to be thought that Canada was not the kind of country in which it would be possible to settle down to such home life as is the ambition of men in Old England, in Germany and France, and in the older cities of America. It was a legend that Canada for a great part of the year was a country under the dominion of unbearable cold—a country in which the thermometer went down to arctic depths, in which the icy atmosphere cut as with dagger stabs to the marrow of the bones, a country that was buried under fathomless depths of snow.
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Harry Jeffs Homes and Careers in Canada

Canadians grew enthusiastic as they told of holidays spent canoeing on the rivers and lakes, camping out in the woods, fishing and shooting—getting, at a trifling cost and in a few hours of railway travelling, right away from civilisation into the heart of primeval forests, or camping in tents or living in huts in some Eden of an island embosomed in a lovely lake; and then in the winter there are endless sources of enjoyment such as we in the Old Country have to spend expensive winter holidays in Switzerland to be able to indulge in. I was in Montreal when the first snow of winter fell.
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Harry Jeffs Homes and Careers in Canada

In Parliament, and out of Parliament, there is dismal talk about “draining the country of its best blood,” and of “sending the cream of the working manhood and womanhood of our nation to become rival producers with our British farmers and workers in factories that will compete with ourselves.” Such talk is natural enough, but who can blame these people for leaving a land where they have seemed to be hopelessly pressed down by force of circumstances, with no prospect of ever rising, to a land that offers all sorts of opportunities to the man or woman with capacity, good character and grit?
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