A refreshing book, in contrast to the routine machinemade novels of the bulk of publishers' lists, this book- listed as fiction- should attract the market for We Took to the Woods and Wilderness Wife. The story of Kathy and her love for Sergeant Mike is the same pattern of adoption of a country in all its rawness, terror-and fascination. Katherine Mary O'Fallon her lungs weakened by pleurisy, leaves Boston for Calgary and her Uncle John's ranch in 1907. Introduced by a blizzard, seconded by the Chinook, Kathy soon is bickering with big, gentle Sergeant Mike, a Northwest Mounted Policeman, but just an Irish cop to her. With scarcely a backward look, at 16 she married him and went by dogsled caravan (on which nuns were transported, innocently hiding liquor cargoes) to Hudson's Hope. There, on Indian land, she found the isolation had nothing of Boston in it, that Indian customs, lives and manners were more than a new experience, practically a cataclysm; that mosquitoes, toothpulling, a forest fire and a pregnancy added lessons the hard way. But it was at Grouard, where her two children flourished, that more vital experiences and contacts and her husband's growing work and devotion, combine to make a tightwoven Northern life tapestry, rent when an epidemic of diphtheria takes the lives of the two children. A trip back to Boston and its small superficialities restored her values, so that she could return to Mike, and the North, knowing that he and the country and all its hardships were her life. The flu epidemic and the war bring her in 1918 a new, adopted family, and a tying together of all the threads. This has the feel of the factual books, and happily skips custom-tailored plotting, so that the episodic treatment gives it an acceptable hallmark.