On the southern side of the Canadian-United States boundary, just as we reached it, our coffee gave out. Most symbolical happening! There in the deep woods, as we passed to the northern side, Graham said with a sigh of insatiable anticipation: “Now we will have some tea.” We had had tea all along, alternated with coffee. But now Stephen, on his own heath, was emphatic about it. So he made tea, a whole potful, with a kick like a battering ram, and I drank my half.
Certainly the most worth-while thing in Stephen’s book, and mine, is a matter known to all men long before the books were written. That is, that a Britisher and a United Stateser can cross the Canadian-American line together and discover that it is hardly there; can discover that an international boundary can be genuine and eternal and yet friendly. If there is one thing on which Stephen and I will agree till the Judgment Day, it is that all the boundaries in the world should be as open, and as happy, as the Canadian-United States line. To many diplomats such a boundary is incredible, and yet it exists, one of the longest in the world.
WE START WEST FOR THE WATERFALLS
Tricking us, making our hearts their prey,
The dreams of the dreams, with books of the dreams,
Haunt the homes of the town this day;
The visions of rivers, with rhymes of the waterfalls,
Haunt the yards of the town this day;
The fairies of the fairies, with the flowers of the fairies,
Haunt the factories of the town this day;
And we throw them kisses, and they fly away.
Tricking us, making our hearts their prey,
The angels of the angels, with the flags of the angels,
Haunt the clouds above the town this day,
And we throw them kisses and they fly away.
And they call us west to the glacial mountains,
To the mines that are books, to the natural fountains.
GOING-TO-THE-SUN
The mountain peak called “Going-To-The-Sun,”
In Glacier Park,
Is the most gorgeous one,
And when the sun comes down to it, it glows
With emerald and rose.