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By luck I happened to pick up a good guide, who was in the town at the moment on business, and we started off together in one of the little Canadian Pacific Railway boats that ply along that coast. BY LUCK I HAPPENED TO PICK UP A GOOD GUIDE WHO WAS IN THE TOWN AT THE MOMENT ON BUSINESS AND WE STARTED OFF TOGETHER IN ONE OF THOSE LITTLE CANADIAN PACIFIC RAILWAY BOATS THAT PLY ALONG THAT COAST
ughed gruffly—“I used to feel quite sorry for him. If he felt what I felt, and I’m convinced he did, he must have suffered. His one object—to get me out of the way for good—was so impossible. Then Fate played a hand in the game. I’ll tell you how. “My brother died a year or two later, and I went abroad to try and forget it. I went salmon fishing in Canada. But, though the sport was good, it was not like the old times with Jack. The camp never felt the[80] same without him. I missed him badly. But I forgot Hazel for the time; hating did not seem worth while, somehow. “When the best of the fishing was over on the Atlantic side, I took a run back to Vancouver and fished there for a bit. I went up the Campbell River, which was not so crowded then as it is now, and had some rattling sport. Then I grew tired of the rod and decided to go after wapiti for a change. I came back to Victoria and learned what I could about the best places, and decided finally to go up the west coast of the island. VE EVER KNOWN I REMEMBER HE LAUGHED GRUFFLY I USED TO FEEL QUITE SORRY FOR HIM IF HE FELT WHAT I FELT AND I'M CONVINCED HE DID HE MUST HAVE SUFFERED HIS ONE OBJECT TO GET ME OUT OF THE WAY FOR GOOD WAS SO IMPOSSIBLE THEN FATE PLAYED A HAND IN THE GAME I'LL TELL YOU HOW MY BROTHER DIED A YEAR OR TWO LATER AND I WENT ABROAD TO TRY AND FORGET IT I WENT SALMON FISHING IN CANADA BUT THOUGH THE SPORT WAS GOOD IT WAS NOT LIKE THE OLD TIMES WITH JACK THE CAMP NEVER FELT THE SAME WITHOUT HIM I MISSED HIM BADLY BUT I FORGOT HAZEL FOR THE TIME HATING DID NOT SEEM WORTH WHILE SOMEHOW WHEN THE BEST OF THE FISHING WAS OVER ON THE ATLANTIC SIDE I TOOK A RUN BACK TO VANCOUVER AND FISHED THERE FOR A BIT I WENT UP THE CAPBELL RIVER WHICH WAS NOT SO CROWDED THEN AS IT IS NOW AND HAD SOME RATTLING SPORT THEN I GREW TIRED OF THE ROD AND DECIDED TO GO AFTER WAPPITY FOR A CHANGE I CAME BACK TO VICTORIA AND LEARNED WHAT I COULD ABOUT THE BEST PLACES AND DECIDED FINALLY TO GO UP TO THE WEST COAST OF THE ISLAND
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