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  THE 
  NATIONAL 
  GEOGRAPHIC 
  MAGAZINE 
  

  

  Photograph 
  by 
  U. 
  S. 
  Air 
  Service 
  

   SASKATOON, 
  ON 
  THE) 
  SOUTH 
  SASKATCHEWAN 
  

  

  at 
  the 
  King 
  George 
  Hotel, 
  but 
  first 
  he 
  

   took 
  us 
  to 
  the 
  Y. 
  M. 
  C. 
  A. 
  rooms, 
  where 
  

   we 
  were 
  given 
  an 
  opportunity 
  to 
  take 
  a 
  

   swim. 
  Then 
  a 
  public 
  dinner 
  in 
  our 
  honor 
  

   followed. 
  During 
  the 
  dinner 
  I 
  received 
  

   a 
  telegram 
  from 
  the 
  Canadian 
  Air 
  Board, 
  

   extending 
  its 
  compliments 
  and 
  congratu- 
  

   lations. 
  After 
  dinner 
  we 
  proceeded 
  to 
  the 
  

   City 
  Club, 
  where 
  we 
  were 
  serenaded 
  by 
  

   the 
  band 
  of 
  the 
  Veterans 
  of 
  the 
  Great 
  War. 
  

  

  Saskatoon 
  is 
  only 
  eighteen 
  years 
  old. 
  

   It 
  has 
  beautifully 
  paved 
  streets 
  and 
  the 
  

   houses 
  have 
  every 
  modern 
  convenience 
  

   and 
  luxury. 
  The 
  city 
  is 
  planned 
  for 
  in- 
  

   finite 
  expansion. 
  It 
  is 
  the 
  center 
  of 
  the 
  

   Saskatchewan 
  wheat 
  belt 
  and 
  its 
  grain 
  

   elevators 
  can 
  be 
  seen 
  for 
  miles 
  around. 
  

   The 
  University 
  of 
  Saskatchewan 
  is 
  here 
  

   and 
  the 
  large 
  office 
  buildings 
  and 
  hotels 
  

   are 
  the 
  equal 
  of 
  any 
  in 
  the 
  country. 
  

   Never 
  have 
  I 
  known 
  a 
  people 
  more 
  en- 
  

   thusiastic 
  over 
  their 
  city. 
  As 
  is 
  usually 
  

   the 
  case 
  in 
  spacious 
  countries, 
  the 
  indi- 
  

   viduals 
  are 
  generous, 
  broad-minded, 
  and 
  

   unselfish. 
  Their 
  hospitality 
  to 
  their 
  Amer- 
  

   ican 
  visitors 
  was 
  unbounded 
  and 
  sponta- 
  

   neous. 
  

  

  Although 
  we 
  were 
  out 
  early 
  next 
  morn- 
  

   ing 
  for 
  a 
  6:30 
  start, 
  it 
  was 
  almost 
  10 
  be- 
  

  

  fore 
  we 
  left 
  the 
  ground. 
  Most 
  of 
  Saska- 
  

   toon 
  was 
  assembled 
  to 
  wish 
  us 
  good 
  luck, 
  

   and 
  we 
  could 
  not 
  leave 
  without 
  shaking 
  

   every 
  kind 
  hand 
  that 
  was 
  extended 
  to 
  us. 
  

   After 
  circling 
  the 
  field 
  in 
  formation, 
  we 
  

   headed 
  for 
  Edmonton, 
  in 
  Alberta, 
  flying 
  

   269I/2 
  degrees 
  on 
  the 
  compass. 
  

  

  FRYING 
  OV£R 
  A 
  LAKE 
  COUNTRY 
  

  

  Twenty 
  minutes 
  out 
  of 
  Saskatoon 
  and 
  

   we 
  were 
  over 
  the 
  lake 
  district, 
  in 
  which 
  

   section 
  the 
  Indian 
  reservations 
  are 
  situ- 
  

   ated. 
  This 
  country, 
  just 
  north 
  of 
  the 
  

   North 
  Saskatchewan 
  River, 
  is 
  practically 
  

   undeveloped. 
  All 
  section 
  lines, 
  so 
  no- 
  

   ticeable 
  up 
  to 
  this 
  point, 
  disappear 
  ; 
  the 
  

   landscape 
  is 
  covered 
  with 
  small 
  lakes 
  ; 
  

   there 
  are 
  few 
  settlers 
  and 
  little 
  tilled 
  land. 
  

   Landings 
  would 
  be 
  difficult, 
  for 
  the 
  

   ground 
  is 
  covered 
  with 
  very 
  thick 
  swamp 
  

   poplar 
  20 
  or 
  25 
  feet 
  high. 
  

  

  Going 
  west 
  from 
  Rose 
  Haven, 
  on 
  the 
  

   spur 
  of 
  the 
  Canadian 
  Pacific 
  Railroad, 
  the 
  

   land 
  again 
  becomes 
  clear 
  and 
  well 
  tilled. 
  

  

  Flying 
  into 
  a 
  head 
  wind 
  of 
  20 
  miles 
  an 
  

   hour, 
  we 
  tried 
  every 
  elevation, 
  from 
  100 
  

   feet 
  up 
  to 
  7,000 
  feet, 
  but 
  the 
  wind 
  seemed 
  

   the 
  same 
  at 
  all 
  levels. 
  This 
  fact 
  is 
  pe- 
  

   culiar 
  to 
  a 
  flat, 
  prairie 
  country. 
  

  

  