Humberside Collegiate Institute - Hermes Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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In Days of Yore It Tt'IE.'i i 1l-EVQIVlEf, The chilly August night had forced all the hotel guests into the cheery kitchen, the only really warm room in the ramshackle building. This sum- mer hotel, called White House, because it once was white, is situated on the northwest shore of Lake of Bays and is a Mecca for people who, tired of the hubbub of city life, desire to steal away to some quiet retreat, where they can be alone with their thoughts. and with the beauty of Nature in the North. This particu- lar evening found the guests grouped around the old range, chatting pleasantly, while old Mrs. Elder, the proprietress and mother Superior of them all, was peeling shining apples under the uncertain light of a coal-oil lamp. Mr. Elder was in his accus- tomed place in the corner, smoking his pipe, and seemingly lost in medi- tation. He rarely spoke, except to wish someone a Good morning in his cracked voice. But this evening, he seemed inclined to join in the con- versation, and drew his chair nearer to the group. I encouraged him by saying, Well, Mr. Elder, I guess this is about the fortieth year you've seen in Lake of Bays. Fortieth, man,', he fairly shrieked, it'll be the eightieth year come Michaelmas ! Did you ever have trouble with Indians up here in the good old days P I ventured. ' No trouble, he said laconically, but I owe my life to one Indian. The others heard his last words, and one of the ladies, a Mrs. Brown said, v Oh, dear Mr. Elder, do please tell us about it. Life in early Canada must have been so romantic! Mr. Elder gave her a glance which seemed to imply that romantic was hardly the word for it, but seeing all eyes fixed upon him, he began his story. When I was just a little toad of about eight years, my mother and father were forced to leave me alone one winter to go to Baysville for sup- plies. I guess we hadn't counted on such pa bad winter and all our eatables were well-nigh exhausted. They left on a Saturday, and mother said to me, 'Now, johnny, there's wood and bread and meat enough to last you two days. Your father and I will prob- ably be back long before then, but there's plenty, just in case we aren't.' I kissed them both good-bye, and watched them drive over the glisten- ing ice until the cutter disappeared behind..Frozen Point, and I could no longer see my mother's bright red hat. I felt a little lonely when they had passed out of sight, and picking up my Robinson Crusoe, I curled up on a cushion in front of the stove and read until I felt hungry. I ate quite heartily, because I thought there was no need to save my rations if mother and father were going to be back in less than two days anyway. I went to bed early and pulled my little cot up close to the warmth of this very stove, for it seemed to be getting deadly cold outside. I banked up the stove and stuffed some old rugs around the edges of the windows.