Mewuen, London. 7/6, There are many tales that come {com the Canadian north, some fan-fistic, some absurd and some true. This book comes into the latter category. It is the scrambled story of the experiences of a young Englishman, who spent thirteen years of his life that great country where slowly the Canadian frontier is being rolled beek into the Arctic wastes, The story scrambled for it keeps to a fairly accurate account of the events of his Tite, and in the comings and goings of those hardy, care-tree men of the orth, mo life could in any sense of the word be called regular It 1s not a literary. masterpiece, rightly enough when it is considered that it is written by a man once a barber and then a frontiersman. But it is none the Jess interesting through its unvarnished description of men, women and the ife that they lead. Considerable interest also attaches to the fact that it is written about the period since the Great War which has seen annually most miraculous new discoveries of wealth "buried in" what has been known as the "Frozen North" Rad-um, silver, gold itself 1s being found continually, by just such men as Barker. Tt isa tale of present day doings, little different perhaps from the tales of earlier frontier days, but vital and enthralling to those in whose veins runs the blood of adventurers, ex-blorers and ploneers—w.t.s. ihe. Soviet regime "dhouid be tome porarily overt inexpugna ari own, the 1
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