--<{ TO CARIBOO AND BACK }--

“Forever with the Lord
Amen, so let it be’—

they sang with a fine, full swing, enjoying the
noble progression of notes without much
thought of the words perhaps.

“Here in the body pent
Absent from Thee I roam,
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day’s march nearer home.”

“The trouble is,’ remarked the tailor a
week or more later when they had just finished
singing this same hymn, “that our day’s
marches are growing so short, we’re not getting
as much nearer home as we ought to be.”

“Very true, agreed the professor. “For we
can only creep along, with such obstacles as we
have to overcome—forest and rivers and preci-
pices. Why today, La Foi tells me, we only
made four miles. To be sure there were bridges
to build—’” :

“Took here, Professor,” the tailor suddenly
attacked him with some heat. “It’s time we
gave up this nonsense of taking Sunday off!
There’s no sense in it; and what’s more, La Foi

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