By canoe and dog-train among the Cree and Salteaux Indians. Egerton Ryerson Young AND illustrated By: Mark Guy Pearse

My friend, Mr. Egerton R. Young, has asked me to write a few words of preface to his book. Although he needs no words of mine to introduce him to the people ＂at home＂ as the Canadians call the Motherland, I very gladly comply with his request. It was on a sunny day in the early part of May, 1887, that I met Mr. Young away at Meaford on the shores of Georgian Bay. We passed the river, -crowded with boys and men snatching with leaded hooks at the mullet that were swarming in shoals from Lake Huron, -along by the wharves to the water’s edge, and there on the pebble ridge we sat and talked. A simple, honest, straight-forward Methodist preacher, one felt at home with him at once. I found that he had been a Missionary for many years amongst the Cree and Salteaux Indians away in ＂ the Lone Land.＂ I had but to ask a question here and there and sat entranced; the people, the country, the