Public Gardens, St. John

”He makes his way with speed and ease Through woods that show the noonday star, The moss-grown trunks of oldest trees His lettered guide books are.

Needs he a fire. ? The kindling spark He bids the chafed wood reveal.

Lacks he a boat P Of birehen bark He frames a lightsome keel.”

Some of the older Indians have a natural dignity and beauty of expression that is wonderful. In time you will hear many quaint incidents Of their lives; and if you are patient and gain their con- fidence, tales they have heard and the traditions of their fathers will gradually be yours.

It is, of course, difficult to understand an Indian properly in any tongue other than his own. His English is often broken and peculiar. Here is a Hsnake story" just as told by a Maliceet: “From dis landin’, 'bout tree, may be four mile, 1 s'pose. dere's a

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