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Title: The Lure of the Labrador Wild

Author: Dillon Wallace

Posting Date: June 4, 2009 [EBook #4019]
Release Date: May, 2003
First Posted: October 11, 2001

Language: English

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THE LURE OF THE LABRADOR WILD

The Story of the Exploring Expedition
Conducted by Leonidas Hubbard, Jr.

by

Dillon Wallace

L.H.

Here, b'y, is the issue of our plighted troth.
Why I am the scribe and not you, God knows:
and you have his secret.

D.W.

"There's no sense in going further--it's the edge of cultivation,"
So they said, and I believed it...
Till a voice, as bad as Conscience, rang interminable changes
On one everlasting Whisper day and night repeated--so:
"Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges--
Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go!"
--Kipling's "The Explorer."

PREFACE TO THE SIXTH EDITION

Three years have passed since Hubbard and I began that fateful journey
into Labrador of which this volume is a record. A little more than a
year has elapsed since the first edition of our record made its
appearance from the press. Meanwhile I have looked behind the ranges.
Grand Lake has again borne me upon the bosom of her broad, deep waters
into the great lonely wilderness that lured Hubbard to his death.

It was a day in June last year that found me again at the point where
some inexplicable fate had led Hubbard and me to pass unexplored the
bay that here extends northward to receive the Nascaupee River, along
which lay the trail for which we were searching, and induced us to
take, instead, that other course that carried us into the dreadful
Susan Valley. How vividly I saw it all again--Hubbard resting on his
paddle, and then rising up for a better view, as he said, "Oh, that's
just a bay and it isn't worth while to take time to explore it. The
river comes in up here at the end of the lake. They a