The telegram said, “Report to New York ready for woods work in Canada.” The boss was an uncommunicative man at best. Where I would finally go, for how long, and for what kind of work was not easily determined even after I reached New York. When I found that two of us were to go about 1,000 miles north and east of New York City, near the Gulf of St. Lawrence, for an indefinite period, I knew that I was going to have some new experiences.
"Tenting Through a Canadian Winter,"
Ames Forester: Vol. 16
, Article 6.
Available at: https://lib.dr.iastate.edu/amesforester/vol16/iss1/6