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of imortal peaks, the snow crowned Becky mountains.

we had. ambitions to branch out into the cattle So to the foothills we went, azidwe bought the beautiful "Bow View", one of the most magnificent ranches in all of Alberta. It is midway between Calgary and Banff on the main Banffsliindemere highway. We had ten thousaand acres undec fence, and we had ixnxnxxx government leases on a. range that ran to C55) ,000 to 3)!) ,OOO acces of forest reserve.

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‘fie pit a. competent foreman in charge of the grain ranch and. took ip our residence

This we shared. with two other cattlemen.

in the foothills. rhozr~b‘o"ga‘i“B':I3"o75fn1o’s£ 'thx7i‘iIiiig"ana ‘mop’ iast__yea.zs of

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am firmly convinced, there is iolace beautiful

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my life. in ‘all world, J.

than ziuiux our“14anoi;,,:..in the Canadian rookies. \ ‘T "W '1 -

ix‘. ;‘§":' ‘ _. In__.t.'caaaaad§L-ys I spent half my Moe in the saddle.‘ my children 2

could ride like "little devils" to use the term of one of our com-agents?’ .1 -6?

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Iuiy youngest boy c uld ride back to front on a. bucking horse. Tie had. me

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xnearly out“ of‘ n_1ytitsVa.trtime§'"witl1 fe:~a>.'1“‘.M'*"‘"_‘\‘I'\re seen him ggnoe-t on hm.-is‘ et*""

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on the back of a plun:-l ng, rearing, bucking, shaking young outlaw.

115,7 daughter took to the ,sad.dle like 3. due}: to water. 3.'.’e explored wild wooc?’

that were _g1aa—e‘V1?'I‘17§.'§'€i11g joy.

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On one side of the ranch, like an immense glittering ribbon, down three hundred feet of ca.nyon_’/anced. along the Ghost River, bearing on its breast in the fall of the year the himixnx thousands of logs cut

by the Eaue Claire Lumber camp, whiohwas not far from our ranch. on the

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side o h,:mamipc moving along with 8. stately yace, flowed the blue Bow River. ‘direrever we looked. were sungilt hills, and beyond them hills higher and yet higher, till our eyes were raised to that jagged. outline This was my home.

Did I miss New York?

Game no echoes of/rthfe hurrykbg, dancing life of the dead. years‘? Did. nothing stir withinfma calling to me to come back,

to come back. Ah yes! How can one explain it? No more than the poor

mxmngaax boatman who heard. the s ng of the lorelei. So deep in my heart of

jearts I hear d. the si call of New Y rk.

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