Now there is only a return to the forest, the undefeated domain of unrulable passion, the place of death.

It was just dinner-time when we filled away; and the steward, taking a few bunches of onions for the cabin, gave the rest to us, with a bottle of vinegar.

The old toboggan has been laid aside, and sleighs or waggons dash along the streets.

Canuxploitation films form a constant undercurrent in both English Canada and Quebec, swelling at certain points to near-tidal proportions.