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it's to be hoped that they were all found by 

 their rightful owners. 



Our train landed us at a new port — not 

 Newport — but a brand new port called Port 

 McNichol, all owned and built by the Ca- 

 nadian Pacific Railroad. This great trans- 

 continental railroad it seems "doeth all things 

 well." I have traveled over its rails from 

 ocean to ocean ; I have hunted in many sec- 

 tions within the radius of its ramifications, 

 and I have always found its employees to be 

 courteous to, and considerate of, its passengers, 

 its steamships clean and wxU appointed, its 

 dining-cars well served, and its hotels a credit 

 to the Dominion of Canada. 



As illustrating its solicitude for the comfort 

 and convenience of its patrons, let me relate a 

 single incident that happened twenty years 

 ago. Two cars had been provided for myself 

 and sixteen other hunters, one to eat and sleep 

 in, and the other to house our hunting dogs, 

 ammunition, decoys, trunks, tents and hunting 

 paraphernalia generally. We came to a sta- 

 tion called Maple-Creek, where a tribe of 

 Cree Indians were then scattered about for 

 miles in their tepees on the prairie. We did 

 not know that the settlement was in the Alkali 

 region, and that all of the w^ater was almost 



