SAVED FROM A CARIBOO WASTEBASKET.

OUR stop next! And a hard-boiled sleeping-car conductor biffs

‘me into wakefulness . . . ten minutes later, on the platform of an
infinitesmal station at the ungodly hour of 4 a.m., temperature well below
zero, watching the rear lights of the train disappearing down the track
. .. it tootles cheerfully as it goes . . . the rest of the night spent in the
general store staring at rows and rows of tinned pork and beans, waiting
for sunrise . . . and breakfast.

Never thought such air possible . . . when | think of the stuff those poor
souls in Vancouver are breathing | feel sorry for them . .. almost afraid
to take a deep breath . . . might rise and float . . . its intoxicating . . .
well, it ought to be . . . I'm nearly 4000 feet up in the clouds.

Got it at last . . . the great accomplishment among the he-men of the
Cariboo ... chewing gum and smoking a cigarette at the same time...
looks deceptively easy, but requires a rather nice control of lips and jaw
muscles . . . lad might easily swallow the gasper.

IV.

Exasperating country . . . hills, hills, and more hills . . . hundreds of lakes
...no ranch complete without one .. . from the top of a young mountain
we counted forty-two ... the roads twist and turn endlessly, not a
straight or level stretch for more than fifty yards at a time... and
narrow ... if you meet a team or car, one or other of you takes to the
bush until the other has passed.

V

Outside the cabin at 7:30 this morning . . . a gale had been blowing all
night from the west, and by this time there was a very perceptible
flavour of the sea in the air... my mind jumped back to New Year's
morning at the same hour . . . standing at the look-out at Prospect
Point, letting just such a sea-breeze blow the fumes of the night's cele-
brations from our heads . . . sullen green water in English Bay, tumbling
whitecaps, seagulls . . . and the startling rattle of a woodpecker brings
me back to earth.

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