Between Lake Huron on the west, Lakes Erie and Ontario on the south, and the Ottawa River system on the north, a ragged Canadian wedge juts southward, across the forty-ninth parallel of latitude, deep into the United States.
It is physically almost an island, surrounded by lake and river. Economically it is still more insular behind a Chinese wall of tariffs. Spiritually it is isolated from the rest of Canada. Yet it is the very core and hub of Canada.
Here beats its great industrial heart, with the steady beat of forges, factories, and arsenals. Here breathes steadily its lung, sucking commerce through river and canal. Here also is the stomach, absorbing nourishment from the rest of the country with ravenous appetite. Here is the chief nerve ganglion of electrical power. At the top of the wedge is the nation's brain in Ottawa.
To this vital organic region, you might almost say, the rest of Canada forms but the extremities, supplying the food, digesting the products. Cut the wedge out of Canada, run the boundary straight along the forty-ninth parallel, and Canada's heart stops beating, it suffocates and collapses.
In economic power, in money, in politics, in population, the wedge of Ontario is the true center of Canada. Yet in some ways it is the least typical part of the country. Most of us in the west came from there originally and scattered everywhere, but we can never return. Our birthplace is forever a stranger to us and its people not of our ways. Why, we do not rightly