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up the grade, is No. 2, the East-bound 

 Imperial Limited. We pull up our horses 

 and watch the great 10-wheel compound 

 straining up the hill, with its 8 or 10 ma- 

 hogany-finished C. P. R. cars. They are 

 only 50 feet away and we can see all the 

 people in the observation car admiring the 

 scenery and peering about with opera 

 glasses. On the end of the train is the N. 

 P. private car, and 2 girls, dressed in 

 white, are sitting on the observation end, 

 reading. What a sudden returr it seems, 

 to the life of the world. 

 In a few minutes we are at Laggan and 



for the last time climb off our horses and 

 take off their saddles.. 



It is all over. Those days and nights 

 under the stars, far away from the busy 

 world, where men, less kind than nature, 

 strive against one another for their daily 

 bread, are gone forever. We leave the wil- 

 derness, peaceful, serene and grand ; we re- 

 turn to man, small, petty and selfish. It is 

 but a glimpse of the great, untrodden wil- 

 derness that we have had, but it leaves us 

 with a feeling of awe and reverence and a 

 sense of the greatness of a God who has 

 created all this majesty of .vastness. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY WM. H. FISHER 



FISH HAWK'S NEST. 

 One of the gth Prize Winners in Recreation's 7th Annual Photo Competition, 



