CHAPTER III.
THE MANSE IN THE BUSH Straight north from the St.Lawrence runs the road through the Indian Lands.

At first its way lies through open country, from which the forest has been driven far back to the horizon on either side, for along the great river these many years villages have clustered, with open fields about them stretching far away.

But when once the road leaves the Front, with its towns and villages and open fields, and passes beyond Martintown and over the North Branch, it reaches a country where the forest is more a feature of the landscape.

And when some dozen or more of the crossroads marking the concessions which lead off to east and west have been passed, the road seems to strike into a different world.
The forest loses its conquered appearance, and dominates everything.
There is forest everywhere.

It lines up close and thick along the road, and here and there quite overshadows it.