Raymond S. Spears,
The Wolver — Chapter I
(1916)
“ French Louie would have to stop and think. When a man has loved deeply and often—oh, well!But now those days were gone, and French Louie had no mistaken ideas on the subject. It was time for him to flock by himself back in the green timber, and live close to all those beautiful things which he found were a sort of substitute—for an old man—for affairs of the heart.He would tell himself that in fact the green timber was an affair of the heart. What? Couldn't a man love the white canoe-birch? ”
