The Crimson West

Donald’s announcement that Labour Day would be celebrated at the Lake was received with good-natured approval by the men of the camp, who spoke of the coming event as the “dry”...

A week before Dominion Day men began applying for leave of absence until the exodus depleted the crew to such an extent that it was deemed advisable to shut down for a week. Don...

In spite of the late hour of his retiring, Donald was up early and was the first of the party to reach the dock. Gillis and Andy arrived soon after, the latter staggering manful...

With a fond hope that he would receive word of the Wainwrights, Donald eagerly awaited the coming of each mail; but after a month of disappointment he became less sanguine, and...

At the race-course the crowd eddied excitedly about the judges’ stand, or stood in groups talking of the wonderful performance of the spotted cayuse that had made the erstwhile...

Lest we tire of monotony, Nature gives us a change of colour for each of the flowering seasons. Flowers of every hue may be found through the different months. Pink for May, red...

The trail to Wainwright’s cabin was a mere path that followed the vagaries of a small mountain stream which at times flowed with a tranquil murmur, then suddenly plunged over le...

The arena and the grand-stand were packed, the S.R.O. sign having been hung out at two o’clock. The cosmopolitan crowd sat in solid ranks, tier upon tier, from the select ringsi...

Two days later Donald and the Westerner boarded a C.P.R. train in Montreal for the West. They were no sooner comfortably seated in their section of a tourist sleeper than they b...

Jangling his keys on their big ring, the sheriff led John McLean down several steps, then through a long, narrow hall to the rear of the jail. From a distant corridor came the s...

One calm Sunday morning Donald paddled across the lake to try the fly at the mouth of the small creek which flowed past the trapper’s cabin. The clear water was as smooth as gla...

Renwick announced that Robert Rennie’s daughter and a party of girl friends were to visit Summit Lake the following week, and carpenters were set to work erecting cottages for t...

On the third day of Donald’s convalescence he was able to leave his cabin. With his arm in a sling, his face patched with plaster, he made the rounds of the mill.

The following day their work brought Donald and his companions to the top of the falls near Connie’s fairy nest. The melting snows from above had swelled the water until it fill...

Smiling and rubbing his hands, Robert Rennie walked through the mill. “Running like a greased pig,” shouted Gillis above the clamour. The owner of the R. C. & L. Co. so far forg...

“You’ll have to hustle the work of timber cruising,” his father admonished. “There won’t be any time for play, as we expect to have the road finished in a few weeks.”

Andy’s study of nature proved to be no idle whim, and Gillis had long since ceased teasing him. All his leisure moments were spent in scouring the hills and meadows for specimen...

While on his daily run around Stanley Park the next afternoon Donald was attracted by a horse and rider standing on Prospect Point. The rider was interested in a huge white line...

With much difficulty Donald and his friends forced their way through the cheering throng to the dressing-room. Weak and tired, Donald lay on a cot, while his handlers gently mas...

The land-clearing outfit arrived the evening after Andy’s party and began work on that portion of the right-of-way that skirted the west shore of the lake. Like a swath of destr...