To THE EDITOR:
Late in August my family and I found ourselves at an Indian Reservation on the west shore of Lake St. John, P. Q., known as Point Bleue. The only car standing beside the Robertson Fishing Camp had a New Hampshire license and, presuming that its owner spoke English, I talked to him, rather than to the natives. It developed that he was Gerald F. Cobleigh '15, who was spending a few days there prior to going into the bush for a month with an Indian guide who spoke no English.
The fact that the only two white men in the settlement were from Dartmouth was interesting, for one thing, and his contemplated trip was fascinating, as he had all the gear necessary to go some 300 miles up Canadian waterways that would take him far beyond the reach of civilization. I enclose a picture of Cobleigh and his guide taken before they left, and I'm sorry that it was impossible to take a picture of the scene on September 1 when we got the first war news on our automobile radio, the car being surrounded by Indians of all ages, shapes and sizes who didn't understand what was going on except that they knew there was trouble in the air.
You might prevail upon Mr. Cobleigh to write a little story for you of his experiences, as I can imagine they would be of general interest.
1400 South Penn Sq.,Philadelphia, Pa.[Mr. Cobleigh's account of the trip and pictures appears below.—ED.]