"I kill t'ousand more." "And there are twenty thousand others just like you in this northern quarter of the continent--all killing, killing for hundreds of years back, and yet you can't kill out wild life.

The war of Man and the Beast, you might call it.

And, if you could return five hundred years from now, Henri, you'd still find wild life here.

Nearly all the rest of the world is changing, but you can't change these almost impenetrable thousands of square miles of ridges and swamps and forests.

The railroads won't come here, and I, for one, thank God for that.