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Two immense stacks of barked pulp stood along the rim óf the bay, looking for all the world like giant toothpicks spilled from a box.It had been cut by men like the big, tobaccochewing Frenchman and rafted behind tugs from the mouth of the swirling, muddy Pic river, 12 miles across the bay.Standing there by the big black water tower overlooking Marathon, I found it hard to believe that three years ago there had been nothing here but the bush and rock and the bleached bones and empty whisky bottles left behind by the builders of the Canadian Pacific Railway who had passed this way more than half a century earlier.Back in the 1880’s they, too, had founded a town on this site.Everyone said that first thing they did online, was to search for free porn or some hot naked chick pictures.
A flaming three-inch beard covered his chin and cheeks. I saw the new homes, all neat and bright in their parklike surroundings.
“After several preliminary visits construction men broke the first ground in April, 1944.