a very rich man and lives in a large house. He had another guest for dinner, a Mr. Henry Joseph. As we were having cocktails, Mr. Clergue learned our destina- tion. He said that he had been to a great many unusual and out of the way places when he was a younger man. He said he had always been interested in unusual and out of the way places. One year he had taken the ship that had become rather famous during the war for breaking up the ice at the entrance to Archangel. He couldn't re- member the ship's name off hand; but he and his sister had gone up around the Labrador coast through the waters of Ungava into Hudson's Bay. They were gone for four months. Once they were lost. They had to pack up all their belongings on canoes and work down across country back to Montreal. Mr. Clergue pointed out how near death he and his sister really were. Mr. Joseph asked him how long they had supplies for. Mr. Clergue said two years. Then Mr. Joseph said something which I couldn't understand. Mr. Clergue then said that he had been to another very distant place, but the servant announced luncheon. The luncheon consisted of Russian caviar, some kind of a fried bird with new green peas and dipped potatoes, a cucumber salad, New Brunswick strawberries with whipped cream, and Mocha coffee. Mr. Joseph said he didn't think that New Brunswick strawberries were very good on the whole. He said that at St. Andrew's, where he spent the summer, they had the small wild strawberry which seemed to have, in spite of its size, a great deal more