By Land and By Air

couple of them in his spare time - from the music I hear on the TV, I guess all they needed was a noise. He said the old Chief danced for the first time in years. The Mountie told him, when they get ready for lunch it would be better for him to sneak out and start running for home. After a time he saw someone running after him and he hid behind a rock. It was his friend and they joyfully walked home.

My father liked Indians; he always felt that they saved his life when he got scurvy. An old Indian told him to steep spruce boughs and drink the tea. He said it was potent medicine but it cleared up his scurvy. I often thought of him in my early days when I would get lost in a snowstorm, and it was up to the horse to get me home. Later, when I thought of my difficulties in snowstorms as a General Practitioner, how minimal they were to the hard life my father must have endured in his ten years in the North. The early pioneers of the North helped to open up Canada, instead of living an easy life in the South, especially my father, who had a good trade as a carpenter in cities he could have enjoyed.

One of the fellows he met on a train ride, who was going to Chicago, was a well known outlaw, Stretch Bell, of considerable fame. He seemed quite friendly and told my father to take an inside seat and to go to sleep and he would watch any pick pocket. He informed him that he never robbed a working man but the greatest lesson he learned from him was that, in an unknown crowd, to always put his hand in his coat pocket, never in his pant pocket, as an assailant never knew if his hand was on a gun and he could shoot through the pocket. Watch a good detective story and watch where he kept his hand in an unknown situation. I noted my father always kept his hand in the right hand coat pocket and matches in the left, the criminals would try and remove your hand by

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