A.Y. JACKSON, 1914

Fort Rouge, Winnipeg 

Dear Doctor,

A letter from the disappearing Thomson found me here. He is at Canoe Lake, stirring up his red paint for the fray. So I am thinking of going by train from Port Arthur right through to Parry Sound. [...] there are lots of maples round there so we ought to keep ourselves busy, and can get away from war news. Most people spend all their time talking about it and damning the Germans, imagining that in some way they are helping Britain. Tom seems quite enthusiastic and I expect is quite an inspiring chap to work with, you need a man with you who tries to do the impossible. To do what you know is easily within your powers never had given rise to a great school of art or anything else.

Sincerely, 
Alex Jackson

The Red Maple, 1914