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SEPTEMBER 1Q22 



A Journal tf Progress 



hose Who Serve The Hudson's Bay Company 




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OFFICERS OF THE 

HUDSON'S BAY 

COMPANY 




III 

A. H. Doe 
Assistant Secretary 



MR. Doe has the advantage of being equally well-known to members of the 
Company's stores department both in Canada and in London. The ac- 
companying photograph will serve to introduce him to other members of the Com- 
pany's staff who may not have met him in person. 

In 1893, Mr. DoejoinedHarrods' store, where he acted as secretary to the general 
manager (now Sir Woodman Burbidge), and later became staff manager. His 
duties with Messrs. Harrods, however, were not entirely confined to London: in 
1908 he was entrusted with an important mission to Servia on their behalf, and, 
when the late Sir Richard Burbidge was asked to inspect the Company's Canadian 
stores in 1909, Mr. Doe was chosen to accompany him. In the following year Mr. 
Doe returned to Canada to assist Mr. Herbert Burbidge in the work of re-organi- 
zation then begun. 

In 1913, Mr. Doe was made assistant stores commissioner, in which capacity he 
served until 1916, when he resigned and left for England to join the H.B.C. war 
contracts department on work for the French and Belgian governments. 

In April last Mr. Doe was appointed assistant secretary for the stores 
department. 



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STRATHCONA 

Personal Recollections of the Highland Lad, Apprenticed to the Great Company on the 
Labrador, Who Eventually Became Governor of H. B.C. 



IT is a good many years since I first 
saw Donald A. Smith, who was after- 
wards Lord Strathcona, because he won 
his way to a peerage by indomitable 
energy in business and by passionate 
devotion to the affairs of empire. It was 
in our old home in the pioneer Selkirk 
settlement on the Red river. We had 
rather a big house for those days, as my 
father was a trader to the H.B.C., a 
magistrate under the old Fur Company 
and a farmer with some extra posses- 
sions in flocks and herds at large on the 
neighboring prairie. It was no new 
thing for distinguished guests to be in 
our roomy parlor, whose carpet and 
great mirror and armchairs, imported 
from England, made it more wonderful 
to me than any room I have since be- 
held. My father was one of the last 
survivors of the original colonists, and 
adventurous tourists who were finding 
their way to the New West used to 
come to get his vivid 
account of how 
those pilgrim fathers 
had won out in their 
battle against des- 
perate odds in the 
early days. He was 
a massive High- 
lander, and I can 
see him seated in 
his big armchair, 
speaking very earn- 
estly, and generally 
winding up by say- 
ing, "Gentlemen, I 
cannot tell you the 
half of it, but I will 
say that no people 
but the Scotch could 
have done it." 

The adventurous 
tourists were gen- 
erally Englishmen of 
noble families, but 
they applauded with 
generous enthusi- 
asm the clannish loy- 



By R. G. MACBETH 

Big Chief Among the Great Traders 




One day there came into the big room 
a tall, slight, active man whose sandy 
hair and beard were even then sprinkled 
heavily with the snows that never melt. 
We youngsters were told that this was 
Donald A. Smith from the "Fort." 
There were doubtless many forts, but 
"the Fort" meant to us Fort Garry at 
the mouth of the Assiniboine river, the 
seat of the Hudson's Bay Company's 
control over half a continent. And we 
were told that Donald A. Smith had 
been in Labrador for the Company, 
that he had endured great hardships, 
but that now he had come to the West 
and was a big chief amongst the great 
traders and would likely be a leader in 
the new country. 

He and my father talked a long time 
that day. Smith, too, was a High- 
lander, and they had much in common. 
He spoke in a rather strong voice and 
with an accent 
which indicated his 
nationality, but his 
vocal cords had 
been roughened 
somewhat by the 
gales of Labrador. 
I often heard him 
speak at public 
gatherings in later 
years. His voice 
was soft in conver- 
sation, but the 
roughening just re- 
ferred to was more 
marked when the 
tone had to be raised 
in large halls. The 
distinctive charac- 
teristic of his public 
appearances was 
courtesy and the 
utmost chivalry of 
SL\ -gentleman in the 
most trying circum- 
stances. I have 
seen him rather 



alty of the pioneer. Lord Strathcona and Mount Royal, G.C.M.G. severely baited by 



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rivals for office, but I never knew him 
to lose his temper. Doubtless he had 
a temper, but he had an indomitable 
will which could hold in subjection the 
fires of action till they had to be re- 
leased in big undertakings. He was 
too cool and wise a man to waste power 
in fits of useless anger. 

Virtually Prisoner in the Hands of Riel 

Perhaps there was no better illus- 
tration of his extraordinary capacity 
for control and action than in the period 
when, after the outbreak of the first 
Riel rebellion, Mr. Smith was sent by 
the Ottawa government to Fort Garry 
to treat with the arrogant rebel, and to 
meet with the settlers in order that they 
might understand the situation. From 
the first Riel held Mr. Smith practically 
as a prisoner in the fort, and really sub- 
jected the government commissioner to 
a good deal of indignity. But the cau- 
tious Scot kept his temper, spoke coolly 
and quietly, but firmly, and succeeded 
in getting Riel to call a convention. 

That convention of settlers met in 
the courtyard of the fort with the 
weather at 30 below zero, but the pro- 
ceedings were rather warm to begin 
with. Mr. Smith refused to read his 
commission under the rebel flag, and 
the Union Jack was hoisted in its 
place. At the close of Mr. Smith's 
reading, the settlers understood the 
whole situation better, and felt that 
their rights would be quite safe with 
the Canadian government in possession 
of the country. Riel felt that his power 
was slipping, and when some settlers 
demanded the release of certain prison- 
ers Riel began to get angry and refused. 
Colin Inkster, still sheriff at Winnipeg, 
a sinewy, powerful man, caught the 
rebel chief by the collar and pulled him 
down the outside stair. Riel became 
furious, threw off his coat and called out 
the guard to shut the gates of the fort. 
That Riel was a strange mixture appears 
in the fact that when he threw off his 
coat on the stair it fell on my father, 
to whom Riel, true to his French polite- 
ness even in his rage, said "Pardon, 
monsieur." 

Never Bound by Partisan Views 

Some of the cooler heads spoke to the 
rebel chief and matters quieted. But 
Mr. Smith had dealt the rebellion a 
body blow from which it never re- 



covered, even though Riel tried to 
terrify the country by the judicial mur- 
der of Thomas Scott, one of his prison- 
ers. 

When the Hudson's Bay Company 
regime was superseded by Canadian 
government in the West, Mr. Smith 
retained his official business and ad- 
ministrative connections with the Com- 
pany, but he sought election to legis- 
lative positions and became, in due 
course, a member of both the legisla- 
ture of Manitoba and the House of 
Commons of Canada. He was never 
bound by partisan views, even though 
he belonged to one of the old line par- 
ties. A man can be a party man and 
be independent within the party, but 
a partisan is the unreasoning person 
who lets some one else do his thinking 
and settle the direction of his vote. 
Donald A. Smith did his own thinking 
and voted as he pleased. 

Building of the Canadian Pacific 

But probably nine out of ten Cana- 
dians know Donald A. Smith best 
as one of the main agencies in the 
building of the Canadian Pacific Rail- 
way. It was a colossal undertaking 
to begin building a railroad from sea 
to sea across the trackless unproduc- 
tive north shore of Lake Superior, 
athwart the practically uninhabited 
prairies and across the mountains to 
the Pacific. The task was all the 
harder because many prominent public 
men said that the road "would never 
pay for the axle-grease" and that it 
was not worth while building across 
the continent for the sake of getting 
"a sea of mountains" like British Co- 
lumbia into confederation. Perhaps it 
was just as well that men like Smith 
and Stephen and others who essayed 
the task, hailed from the land where 
they have a saying "a stout heart to 
a stey brae," for these men refused 
to be defeated. Several times when 
there was no money in sight, Mr. 
Smith would move that the directors 
should adjourn for a day and he would 
turn up with a few millions more. So 
it was fitting that when the rails met 
at Craigellachie (the Highland "Stand 
Fast") he, the indomitable leader, 
should drive the last spike of what 
has now come to be the greatest trans- 
portation system on the globe. 



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Services to the Empire Recognized 

And then Donald A. Smith, who had 
left his home at the village of Forres 
in Morayshire a poor lad, going out for 
a few pounds a year to the bleak 
shores of Labrador, was knighted and 
later given a baronetcy in recognition 
of his services to the empire. He 
became High Commissioner for Canada 
in London, where his generous hospi- 
tality and munificence made him a 
world figure. When the Boer war 
broke out he alone of all the wealthy 
men of the empire raised and equipped 
a regiment for service. Strathcona's 
Horse was the name of the corps, 
composed largely of men from the 
plains of Western Canada, and com- 
manded by that magnificent and fear- 
less mounted policeman, Col. Sam. B. 
Steele, who, with his regiment, was a 
great favorite of the immortal Roberts 
and Kitchener. 

Lord Strathcona was a princely giver 
to all good causes, as the hospitals, 
churches, schools and universities of 
Canada know. He was very simple- 
hearted and unaffected in his manner, 
and those of us who were occasionally 
his guests in his own house will always 
recall the gracious, kindly, gentle old 
man who assumed no airs but made 
everyone feel at home. He died at 
an advanced age, repeating in his 
closing hours one of the old Scottish 
paraphrases, "O God of Bethel," as he 
passed into the unseen. 

By this man's name many schools 
and places are called in Canada. And 
pupils will find much food for study in 
the story of his life. 



THE INJUN By John E. Logan 

The Sioux w'uz up an' on the shoot 

Aslingin' round their lead, 
An' scalpin' every mother's son 

That wuzn't bald or dead. 

Thar' war n't a livin' Yankee 

An' lots wuz brave an' bold 
That would have crossed them plains alone 

For a waggon-load uv gold. 

That summer a fur trader 

Came up from Montreal, 
An' on his way to Garry 

He landed at St. Paul. 

An' right a-top that creakin' cart, 

Upon the highest rack, 
That trader nailed a bloomin' rag 

An English Union Jack. 

They wuzn't long upon the trail 

Before a band of Reds 
Got on their tracks, an' f oiler 'd up, 

Agoin' to shave their heads. 

But when they seen that little flag 

Astickin' on that cart, 
They jes said, " Hudson Bay, go on. 

Good trader with good heart!" 

That wuz the way them 'tarnal fools 
Crossed them thar' blazin ' plains, 

An' floated down the wind in' Red 
Through waves with bloody stains. 

What give that flag its virtoo? 

What's thar' in red an' blue 
To make a man an 1 woman dar' 

What others daren't do? 

Jes' this an' Injuns knowed it 

That whar' them cullers flew 
The men that lived beneath them 

Wuz mostly straight an' true. 

That when they made a bargain, 

'Twuzjes' as strong an' tight 
As if 'twere drawn on sheepskin 

An' signed in black an' white. 

That's how them Hudson traders done 

Per more'n two hundred year; 
That's why that trader fellow crossed 

Them plains without a fear. 




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.B.C. transport of post supplies in the far North, illustrating the great tonnage that can 
be loaded into a flotilla of the Company's large freight canoes. Photo by H. Halvorssn. 



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The Respected Factor 



following letter, received by 
.X. the H.B.C. store, gives some indica- 
tion of the importance and esteem at- 
tached to the position of Chief Factor 
by the natives of Canada. 

Oak Point, Man., Box 3 
Gentlemen: 

Please could you let me 
know the name and the address of 
the head man of all the H.B.C. all 
round the world i mean since the 
late Mr. W. Clark died. 

Yours truly, 
Mrs. Pierre Chartrand. 

The "head man of all the H.B.C." 
referred to by the correspondent was 
Chief Factor William Clark, stationed 
at Winnipeg for Red River district a 
man who was known and respected 
throughout Western Canada during the 
last quarter of the nineteenth century. 

Passing the Spring Out 

(.Continued from last issue) 
By O-GE-MAS-ES 

(Little Clerk) 
(All Rights Reserved) 

DOWN the centre of the enclosure 
was a row of camp fires. At 
last the evening arrived and, stick- 
ing close to O-sow-usk, away we went. 
From all sides came the men, women 
and children, each carrying a dish and 
a knife and spoon. I had a native- 
made wooden bowl, a wooden spoon 
and my large sheath knife ; my old com- 
panion the same. We duly entered the 
ring and were shown to special seats 
near the stage (on the ground of course), 
and here we sat cross-legged waiting for 
the ceremonies to begin. 

At last all were seated, and four of 
the older men, painted and feathered, 
came in with four long-stemmed stone 
pipes. Each spoke, addressing Kitche 
Manitou (the Great Spirit), thanking 
him for the gifts of food and supplies to 
his Indian children. Each of the winds 
were given a smoke by presenting the 
pipes to the four quarters of the com- 
pass. Then, with a stately walk around, 
the old men retired. The tom-toms 
struck up and four young girls came 
dancing into the ring, each with a bag of 
down or fine feathers. Keeping time to 



the music as they circled, a bunch of 
down was placed on each visitor's 
head. 

There was a pause, then bang went 
the tom-toms at full speed. Large 
coverings, which were draping the 
stage, were withdrawn, and there, to the 
view of all beholders, were moose and 
deer heads, beaver and lynx (whole 
bodies), geese and ducks, the meat 
cooked in each case, and with the skins 
or feathers drawn over them they really 
looked life-like. A general hum of ap- 
plause went round. For, besides the 
stuffed birds and animals, there were 
buffalo and deer, pemmican, dried meat, 
bladders of moose marrow, fat and other 
native luxuries. "Ho! Me-chi-soo! Me- 
chi-soo!" (eat, eat) was the cry, and 
everyone was helped bountifully by 
girl waiters, my share being half a 
beaver and half a goose, my old com- 
panion getting the other halves. Tea 
was served in quantities with plenty of 
loaf sugar (my contribution). 

The eating was not a steady perform- 
ance, but went on at intervals all night, 
varied by dances, weird songs and 
speeches, all hands joining in the dance 
at times, myself included. It is con- 
sidered a point of honour to eat all 
that is put before you at an Indian 
feast, but, alas, this was beyond my 
powers; so very quietly I from time to 
time transferred portions of my help- 
ing to the old man's plate, and, though 
he was a fairly wizened-up old Indian 
when we sat down, by midnight he 
looked more like a London alderman. 

About 2 a.m. I quietly slipped out 
and looked back at the scene. From a 
few yards away it made a perfect pic- 
ture of wild Indian life. The long camp 
fires gave sufficient light to see the 
dancers, who followed one another in 
Indian file, keeping time to the tom-toms 
with a sort of jig-step. Most of the 
men had nothing on but a breechclout, 
while the women were naked from the 
waist up. Still, their brown skins, 
painted with various ochres, did not 
strike one unpleasantly as white people 
would do; in fact they were quite in 
harmony with their wild surroundings, 
truly children of nature and so far un- 
spoiled by civilization. 

My time was now getting short, as I 
had promised the chief to be home by 
the 24th of May. So, making one grand 
round to all the various tepees, collect- 



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ing some small debts, leaving some of 
my impedimenta to come down later, 
I was now saying good-bye. O-sow- usk 
was quite mournful; also Ki-say-the- 
nish. My Indian grandfather's address 
was quite pathetic. "My grandson," 
he said, "you are young and I am old. 
We may never see each other again 
(and we never did). I wanted you to 
have a monument so all would remem- 
ber O-ge-mas-es' residence amongst us. 
Some days ago I had my young men go 
down the Carrot river where stands a 
mighty spruce tree, a landmark for 
miles around, and this they made a lob- 
stick of in memory of you." I thanked 
the old chap and really felt quite 
affected. 

Then my newly-made friend, Ki-say- 
the-nish, wished to establish relation- 
ship, so called me his Cha-cha-wow. 
This was a mutual name between us and 
meant that we were so related by our 
children having intermarried. Remark- 
able that an obscure tribe of Indians 
like the Crees would have a special 
name for a relationship which cannot be 
stated concisely in English. Strange to 
say this fictitious relationship was of 
considerable benefit to me many years 
after. But that, as Kipling says, is an- 
other story. 

It was a spring of very high water 
and my little bark canoe was loaded 
down well to the gunwales, but, thanks 
to careful pitching, tight as a bottle. 
The Indians had warned me not to 
descend the Carrot too far for fear of 
meeting drowned land. Away I went, 
waving my paddle in a last salute, and 
paddled steadily till noon, when I landed 
and boiled the kettle. I had shot a 
goose and had some fun chasing him in 
the afternoon, and, forgetting all warn- 
ings, had paddled steadily ahead, not 
noticing until late that the river's banks 
were flooded. Common sense should 
have warned me to turn back, but I was 
blessed with very little at that time and 
thought, "Oh, I will soon come to high 
land again." So on I paddled. 

Finally, it was evening and, as my legs 
were cramped enough in the narrow 
canoe, I determined, water or not, to 
land and make a stage for the night. 
I paddled close to the wooded bank, 
tested the depth and found about four 
feet of water. Planting my paddle 
firmly in the mud, I cautiously put out 
one foot until it rested on the bottom. 




," Medicine Man of the 
M. Cree Indians on the Saskatchewan, 
burning his idols on the Shoal Lake Reserve 
in 1898 when he was baptized and became a 
convert to the Christian faith. When given 
the choice of burning or burying his "Med- 
icine," Yellow Bear said, "I will burn them. 
I know the devil too well; he would dig 
them up." Photo by Rev. J. Hines. 



Then, leaning my weight on it, I was 
going to draw my other leg out of the 
canoe (one had to be cautious, as a 
small bark is a ticklish thing to get out 
of), when the ground gave way close 
to the edge of the bank, and down 
I went to the bottom of the Carrot 
river, swallowing mud and water and 
quite forgetting that I could swim like 
a jackfish. The kick I had given sent 
the little canoe flying out in the river, 
but when I reached the surface a few 
strokes captured the craft and I landed 
where I had marked some good crotches 
for a stage. 

Then followed an hour or two of 
hard work and at last everything was 
snug for the night. My stage was 
about seven feet long by four feet 
wide with some mud at each end for a 
fireplace in case of a change of wind ; a 
nice lot of firewood cut up, my clothes 
hanging to dry on limbs, and I grace- 
fully draped in a blanket a la Indian. 
Such a supper, then a royal smoke and 
to bed. 

About daybreak I was awakened by a 
mighty splash and a sprinkling of water 
in my face. Springing up, I found my- 
self knee deep in water, and gradually 
realized my surroundings and strange 
camping place. On investigating I 
found traces showing an old beaver had 



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been examining his strange neighbour 
and, suddenly catching the dreaded 
human scent, had dived and hit the 
water a tremendous thump with his 
tail. A good laugh, a good breakfast, 
and ho! for The Pas up-current now, as 
I was meeting the water from the Big 
Saskatchewan. 

At last I reached the river, and she 
was sure enough in flood, and full of the 
usual driftwood. Looking towards The 
Pas only a speck of land could be seen. 
As I went sweeping down with the 
strong current, I could see a tall figure 
pacing the shore. He would look up at 
my tiny craft, then away again. I 
knew the chief, and that he was half 
afraid to look. It was really danger- 
ous enough, as a touch of the drifting 
logs would have sent me to the bottom. 
Finally, I swept into The Pas river, he 
grasping the bow of the canoe and 
exclaiming, "Thank God you are home 
safely. I have slept but poorly the 
last week thinking about your return 
alone and the very high water. Then 
that canoe is too ridiculously small for 
any sane man to risk his life in. Ah, 
Lord B.! Lord B.! (his nickname for me) 
you will never die in your bed." So, 
loving and chiding in the same breath, 
O-ge-mas-es returned to The Pas and 
we celebrated the event by a mighty 
chess game that night. 



Happiness 

THE essentials to true happiness 
are: Something to do, something 
to love, and something to hope for. 

Idleness should be avoided because 
it breeds misery, while activity is good 
medicine for mind and body. 

Nothing worth while was ever accom- 
plished without labor. God intended 
no man to live without working, so 
there is little excuse for not having 
something to do in this world. 

We can all find something to love if 
we have learned how to see the beauty 
in nature all about us; but the home- 
life gives us the first glimpse of true 
love if consecrated by a watchful 
mother and the innocence of child- 
hood. 

Hope is usually the last thing that 
dies in a man, and, although it is some- 
times a delusion, the habit of looking 




CREE Indians plowing by man-power on 
The Pas reserve, 1897. On account of 
the stony ground they were unable to use 
their ponies. The development of auto- 
motive power has made less laborious 
methods possible today. 



on the bright side of things lightens the 
burdens of life. 

As individuals it may be assumed 
that we believe we possess the essentials 
to happiness, but organized as workers 
and employers we are selfishly disre- 
garding the rights of others and this 
is the cause of most of the unrest in 
the world today. To be happy in a 
"day's work" we must sooner or later 
come to understand that it will pay 
larger dividends to both sides if we will 
get down to a basis of dealing with each 
other. What is needed is ordinary 
common sense, and plenty of it, and 
the organized worker and the organized 
employer must begin to recognize the 
fact that the unorganized public have 
some rights in the situation. 

Impulse must often be subdued in 
obedience to principle the common 
course of things is in favor of happiness. 
Happiness should be the rule, misery 
the exception; but happiness is only 
built on virtue. 

Receives Murchison Award 

F I AHE monthly bulletin of the Canadian 
\_ Institute of Mining and Metallurgy states 
that Charles Camsell, deputy minister of mines, 
Ottawa, has been honoured by the Geographical 
Society of Great Britain with the award of the 
Murchison grant "for distinguished service in 
exploration." "Mr. Camsell," says this journal, 
"is a born explorer, and he has carried out most 
' valuable surveys in the untravelled north and 
in various parts of British Columbia." 

Mr. Camsell is a son of Chief Factor Charles 
Camsell, who was one of the best known of the 
old-time Hudson's Bay Company's fur trade 
officers in the Mackenzie-Athabasca district. 



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Reminiscences of a Hudson's 
Bay Company's Factor 

Sixty Years of Adventure and Service in Various Sections of the Far North West 

(Continued from, last issue) 
By H. J. MOBERLY 



DURING the ensuing winter ('68- 
'69), there was a lot of snow before 
and up to a little past the new year. 
On the twelfth, thirteenth and four- 
teenth of January a warm chinook 
wind prevailed, with rain at times, and 
little snow was left at the end of the 
three days. After that we had clear, 
calm, cold weather for five weeks, with 
no snow, so the Indians who had failed 
to kill game during the three days of 
warm weather starved. It was im- 
possible to get within gunshot of a live 
animal, the air was so still, and sound 
and scent travelled so far. I had been 
fortunate enough to kill six moose 
during that interval, and, as I did not 
require all that meat, I gave five of the 
carcasses to a band of Beaver Indians 
who were camped about five miles 
away. 

During the winter I did not secure 
many furs, as both marten and foxes 
were scarce, but when the open water 
came I got one hundred and thirty-two 
beaver and two otter. 

The following summer I hunted up 
and down the Peace river till the 
middle of September, when the flies 
were gone. Then I started down stream 
with the intention of wintering some- 
where on the Mackenzie river. On 
arriving at Fort Chipewyan, I found 
the wife of the chief factor very unwell, 
with no one to look after her, her hus- 
band being away with the brigade to 
Norway House, so I remained there 
till his return. It then being late in 
the season, the factor persuaded me 
to remain with him for the winter. 

CHAPTER XXIII 

Fort Me Murray and Me thy Portage 
Are Placed in My Charge 

T"T*ORT Chipewyan was the head post 
J7 of the Athabasca district, which 
extended some two hundred miles up 



the Peace river to Fort Vermilion, 
taking in the post at Red river, then 
down the Slave (as the river is called 
after leaving Lake Athabasca) a hundred 
and ten miles to Fort Smith. Another 
post was situated at Fond du Lac at 
the east end of Athabasca lake, and 
again one hundred and eighty mi!es 
up the River Athabasca I established 
a post for the Company, calling it Fort 
McMurray. 

Fort Chipewyan itself is situated 
at the west end of Athabasca lake 
on a short channel that runs from that 
lake to another much smaller lake. It 
rests in a very pretty situation with 
a gentle rise from the bank. The 
houses are laid out in a straight line, all 
well built and whitewashed, with a nice 
church belonging to the C. M. S. 
(Church Mission Society) at one end 
and the unpretentious residences of the 
officer in charge and his clerks, together 
with the large stores, at the other, giving 
it quite the appearance of a small 
village. About a quarter of a mile 
beyond is the Roman Catholic mission, 
built at the west end of the channel 
on a high point, which looks up the 
channel on one side and the small lake 
on the other. 

This also is a very beautiful place, 
looking from the water on the east, with 
its handsome chapel, nuns' residence, 
priests' dwelling, stores and various 
outbuildings. At that time the mission 
was in charge of Rev. Father Pascal, 
later Bishop of Saskatchewan and 
residing in Prince Albert. 

Almost all the Indians resorting to 
this post were Roman Catholics, and 
I must say that in all my experience I 
never saw Indians better behaved or 
more really religious ; and they certainly 
respected and loved their priest. A 
great number of their children attended 
the school, which was taught by the 
Sisters of Charity, the course of instruc- 



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tion including reading, writing, spelling, 
arithmetic, music, manners, and religi- 
ous exercises; and it was a great treat 
to us to visit the mission, where we 
were always hospitably received, the 
Sisters delighting to get their pupils 
to sing, play the organ, or recite poetry 
and other selections. Each child was 
clean and well dressed, which was by 
no means the case before they went 
to the school. The Sisters always 
cultivated a fine garden of the usual 
vegetables; nor did they forget their 
ladies' love for flowers, always having 
many of various species. 

In the spring of 1870, when I was 
for starting off again for the North, I 
was persuaded by the chief factor to 
re-enter the H.B.C. service, this time 
to establish a post at the foot of the 
rapids on the Athabasca as a terminus 
for a proposed steamboat route. The 
route was to be down the Athabasca 
river from the new post at the rapids 
about one hundred and eighty-five 
miles, from end to end of the Athabasca 
lake, down the Slave river to Fort 
Smith about one hundred and ten 
miles, and up the Peace to Red river, its 
tributary, about two hundred and 
twenty miles. Here rapids intervened, 
as I have previously mentioned. 

I left Fort Chipewyan on this mission 
as soon as the ice cleared out on the llth 
of May with two boats and their 
crews and five men who were to remain 
with me for the summer. The last 
three days of the trip we had a blizzard, 
but, as the wind was fair, we carried on 
and landed, with a foot of snow on the 
ground, at the mouth of the Clearwater 
river. 

The site I chose for the fort was in 
a thick wood of poplar trees and, as the 
weather now turned fine, we began 
clearing the ground of timber, during 
which operation I was surprised to 
discover that there had once been 
a post on this very spot. Enquiries 
disclosed the fact that eighty-six years 
previously the post had been abandoned 
in consequence of the death from 
smallpox of nearly all the Indians who 
had traded there. 

I named the new post Fort Mc- 
Murray after a chief factor, one of 
my oldest friends. Two of the first 
things to do were to get logs squared 
for the houses and to make a garden 
while I had the advantage of the two 



crews, who would remain with me until 
the brigade arrived from Chipewyan. 
It came on the last day of May. 

I put two men to digging the garden, 
others to squaring logs, while others 
again cleared off the woods. This first 
summer we built a temporary house 
for myself, a good store, a men's house 
and a carpenter's shop, and during the 
ensuing winter had logs squared, boards 
sawn, and everything ready to put 
up a good officers' house when the 
winter had passed. 

When the brigades passed south in 
the spring our furs were shipped off, and 
I sent down my men to Chipewyan for 
supplies. During their absence I had 
gone across to see the garden, when a 
whirlwind arose which carried some 
fire to the storehouse. Before I could 
return, the store was in flames, and 
both that and the squared logs I had 
ready for the new house were consumed. 
I had hard work to save the other 
buildings, as everything about the place 
was as dry .as tinder. 

The remainder of that summer and 
the following winter was spent finishing 
off the buildings, and by the next 
spring everything was completed and 
we had a comfortable place. The 
country being very rich in both game 
and fur-bearing animals, I hunted quite 
often, mostly for beaver, of which I 
killed a large number. One night I set 
two traps for foxes, and next morning, 
to my surprise, found a silver fox in 
each, a thing I never knew to happen 
before or since. 

Fort McMurray is situated on a flat 
about a mile long and at places nearly 
a quarter of a mile wide, the upper part 
prairie, the rest covered with poplar 
and a few jackpine. The soil is a rich 
loose loam on a solid bed of limestone. 
Nearly every vegetable that will grow 
in the Saskatchewan country may be 
raised here, but outside of this flat 
there is no farming country near. The 
hills surrounding the plain are from 
seven to eight hundred feet high, and 
at the top there is muskeg for miles. 

Down the Clearwater river, the 
tributary of the Athabasca, at the forks 
of which Fort McMurray is placed, from 
Portage la Loche at its head for some 
eighty or ninety miles and as far again 
down the Athabasca, tar oil oozes out 
of the banks. Along the shores, in 
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grey rock. On warm days it becomes 
soft and may be cut with a knife. At 
a few places the tar runs out quite 
freely, and the H.B.C. collected all they 
required for their boats in the North. 
The tar needs to be boile until the oil 
is cooked out, when it becomes the 
very best of tar. It is formed from 
an oil running west and north through 
coal beds. 

In a few places between Fort Mc- 
Murray and Fort Chipewyan a very 
limited amount of good land may be 
found, but all the way up the Clear- 
water river as far as Portage la Loche 
there is none at all. In the valley of 
the Clearwater there is a great quantity 
of fine spruce timber, but, once on the 
hills, it is "everlasting and eternal" 
muskeg on both sides of the river for 
miles. 

From Fort McMurray up the main 
stream of the Athabasca some eighty- 
five miles the current is very swift 
with a number of rapids, some of them 
difficult. The river flows almost due 
east to the post and then turns suddenly 
north, the Clearwater coming in almost 
due east, with two islands of solid 
limestone at the mouth. These islands 
formed at that time three channels, 
though this situation became changed 
in the spring of 1875 in a manner which 
will be toM later. 

About fifteen miles southeast of the 
post I discovered a bed of salt almost 
on the surface of the ground. The 
Indians who traded at the post were 
a small band of Chipewyans and a 
small band of Crees, which totalled 
some sixteen or eighteen hunters, but . 
with these few people I always turned 
out some forty to forty-five packs of 
fine furs of ninety pounds each in the 
course of the winter. 

In the year 1871 the Roman Catholic 
missionaries at Lac la Biche started 
to cut a cart road to the post but, after 
spending eleven hundred dollars on it, 
gave it up as a bad job. The following 
year a party was sent out from Lac la 
Biche in charge of a H.B.C. officer 
to examine this road. He got through 
with a loss of nearly all his horses and 
reporte impossibilities In the summer 
of 1873 I was instructed to try it. I 
refused, knowing it could not be done, 
but offered to find a good road to the 
Saskatchewan if the matter were left 
to my discretion. 



On receiving permission to try, I 
went to Cold lake and made a complete 
map for a good road, with the estimated 
cost of construction, and offered to 
construct it for them in one season. 
This offer was not accepted, as it was 
thought such a road would make it too 
easy for free traders to get into the 
North. 

From Fort McMurray, on the north 
side to the Athabasca, dry land may 
be followed to the Peace river, striking 
that river below Fed river and taking 
in some fine timber limits. 

One of my hunters had two wives, one 
old and the other young. When the 
Roman Catholic Bishop, Mon'r Clut, 
came, he told the man he must marry 
one woman and put away the other. As 
he had two children by the older 
woman, he kept her and was duly 
married, sending off the younger woman. 
Two months afterwards he came and 
asked me to write to the bishop to 
inform him that he (the Indian) had 
made a mistake in his marriage, but 
that it was all right now as he had put 
away his older wife and had taken the 
younger. The bishop, he thought, 
could not blame him, as he still had 
only one wife. I declined to interfere, 
telling the man that he might explain 
the matter next time he met the bishop. 
His attempt to explain to his lordship 
must have been very amusing, but was 
quite ineffectual, for he had to take 
back the first wife very promptly. 

After my return from my excursion 
in search of a route to Cold lake, I 
received instructions to examine the 
river from Fort McMurray to Fort 
Smith and make a map of it. So I left 
with a large canoe and four men. As 
far as Lake Athabasca, one hundred 
and eighty-five miles, the shallowest 
place I found was eight feet and a half 
at low water, and deep water for nine 
miles across the lake. Between the 
lake and Fort Smith, one hundred and 
ten miles, I found only one shallow 
place in the channel of the Peace river. 
This is simply a backbone of rock 
running across and not over twelve to 
fifteen feet wide. It could be blasted 
out without any trouble. The rest 
of the distance might be run by large 
vessels, even at low water. 

I also surveyed a portage road past 
the rapids on the Peace below Fort 
Smith, which are thirteen miles long. 



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Below these rapids open navigation for 
large screw steamers extends clear to 
the Arctic sea. 

In the spring of 1874 I was placed 
in charge of the freighting across Methy 
portage, while still retaining charge of 
Fort McMurray. The portage is twelve 
miles long, and all the outfits for 
Athabasca, Peace river, Mackenzie river 
and the Yukon had to pass here, as well 
as all the furs, caribou tongues, leather, 
etc., that had been traded for during 
the past year. During the time the 
brigades were crossing there I had a 
busy time of it : checking cargoes as they 
arrived, giving out the loads for the 
boats, reporting on the state of the 
cargoes; with boats from Hudson Bay, 
from Red river, from Cumberland, from 
Green lake; goods from the south, from 
the north; and boats from Peace river, 
Peel's river, Mackenzie river and Atha- 
basca with furs. Often I crossed over 
the trail three and sometimes four times 
a day, receiving cargoes and dispatching 
brigades north and south. 

The winter of 1874-75 was a bitter 
one, with a good deal of snow that 
never thawed once till April. On the 
second or third of that month, however, 
we had a very heavy fall of snow, fol- 
lowed by a sudden thaw day and night. 
The weight of the melting snow and 
the warm weather caused the ice 
for eighty-five miles above the fort, 
weakened by the rapids, to break 
up, and it came down the river with 
terrific force. On striking the turn 
in the river at the post, it blocked up 
the Athabasca, driving the ice some 
two miles up the Clearwater river in 
piles forty or fifty feet high. In less 
than an hour the water rose fifty-seven 
feet, flooding the whole flat, the force 
of the current behind the ice cutting 
down trees of all sizes like so much grass. 

Fortunately, the spur of the hill 
sloped down to the river just above 
the fort, forming an eddy. Only one 
of the houses was caught by the current, 
but that one was swept off at once. 
When the water had risen nearly to 
the bank, I ordered all hands back to 
the high ground. Fearing, however, 
that if the water got into the house 
some of its contents would get damaged, 
I myself rushed in, shutting the doors 
behind me, and commenced to get what 
articles I could to the upper rooms. 
Presently, I saw water trickling in under 



the doors, but was too much occupied 
to take time to look out. Suddenly 
a large tree dashed into the window, and 
I knew I was in for a cold bath. I had 
great difficulty getting out of the 
trap, and after that had about a hundred 
yards to traverse through water from 
five to ten feet deep sometimes swim- 
ming, sometimes touching bottom be- 
fore I reached safety. When I made dry 
land, I felt as if I were suffering all the 
ague it was possible for a man to have. 
We cleared off the snow and made a 
good camp, and here we remained for 
five days before we could get back to the 
houses. Out of thirty-seven oxen, used 
for the transport service, only one 
escaped. The rest were drowned. 

The lack of these oxen would upset 
the whole of the transport arrangements 
and be the cause of an immense loss of 
time and money; so I determined to 
have them replaced if possible without 
unwinding a lot of red tape reporting 
to headquarters and waiting for in- 
structions. Taking four men, each with 
his blanket and gun on his back, I made 
a bee line for Lac la Biche, the nearest 
post in the Saskatchewan district. Here 
I found one of our old officers m charge, 
a Mr. W. E. Traill, and, with his 
assistance, bought up every available 
horse or ox that could haul a cart and 
started home with my purchases. 

We had a heart-breaking trip back 
through snow to our knees, at times 
wading through water crossing rivers 
and creeks swollen with the melting 
snow. It took us seven days to get 
to Lac la Biche and thirteen days to 
get back to Fort McMurray, with three 
more days to the Methy portage, which 
we reached just two days before the 
first brigade arrived, thus neatly saving 
the situation. 

I sent in a full report of the transac- 
tion to headquarters, upon which the 
officials, so far from finding any 
fault, gave me two promotions instead 
of one, rewarding Mr. Traill also with 
one promotion for backing me up. 

(To be continued) 



A LATE STAYER 

She: Fred, would you gladly walk five miles to 
see me? 

He: Why, er yes, of course, dear! 

She: I'm so glad, because I just heard your 
last 'bus go. 



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Increased Production 

CANADA, with a population of 
5,371,315 in 1901, exported pro- 
duce to the value of $33 per head. The 
population of 8,750,000 in 1920 ex- 
ported to the value of $147 per head. 
The total figures for the two periods 
are: 

1920 

$ 62,821,963 
42,546,979 
105,546,780 
266,037,489 
368,797,221 
435,121,936 
5,786,341 



1900 
Mines.... ... $24,778,339 

Fisheries 11,224,866 

Forests 29,954,089 

Animals 57,296,667 

Agricultural 38,469,961 

Manufactures 15,511,581 

Miscellaneous 540,541 



Totals $117,776,044 $1,286,658,709 



Good Roads 

TEN million dollars is being spent 
this year on improvements through- 
out Canada under the provisions of the 
federal highways act. An interesting 
aspect of the situation is that this year 
the work is being done at fully 30 per 
cent, less cost than last year, when 
about the same amount was expended. 
This is attributable to lessened costs of 
labor and materials. Of the $10,000,- 
000 being spent this year under the 
highways act, as distinguished from 
improvements of a more local character, 
$4,000,000 is contributed by the govern- 
ment and $6,000,000 by the provinces 
and municipalities together. 



The Land of Silence 



(Continued from last issue) 

By GEORGE R. RAY, Moose Factory 

Author of Kasba (White Partridge) 



THE girl rose quickly to her feet and laid her 
fingers upon his arm. "Mr. Blake," she said, 
"you have indeed you have surprised me. (O 
mendacious one!) You are an honorable, up- 
right man, but I do not " she broke off in con- 
fusion. 

"Marjorie!" he cried in fearful emotion. 

"I can never love you, Mr. Blake," she added 
in a quiet, firm voice, recovering her self-posses- 
sion. 

"May I ask why?" said poor Blake, crest- 
fallen. 

"It is my duty to tell you. You have opened 
your heart to me in all sincerity, and I shall do 
the same. I love another." 

Blake did not reply. For several moments 
he stood before her gravely in silence, with 
pale, trembling lips. At last he whispered, 
"You love and he is " he faltered. 

He stood silent for a few moments more, and, 
having gained a complete mastery over his 
feelings, at last continued, in a perfectly unim- 
passioned voice: 

"I have no right to ask, or to guess. I ought 
to thank you for being so frank with me." He 
smiled for a moment, but immediately after- 
wards his face was almost stern. "May you be 
happy, Miss Marjorie. May your husband be 
worthy of you. God is my witness that, al- 
though I had my own happiness in view when 
I asked for your hand, that I would not purchase 
that happiness by causing you one single hour 
of sorrow." 

"Mr. Blake, I am sure " began the girl with 
considerable emotion. 

Blake silenced her with a gesture. 

"It is past; my dream is over," he said with 
a pathetic smile. "Forget, Miss Marjorie, that 
I ever indulged in such hopes." With that he 
turned away. 



(I am anxious to have as few mysteries and 
small secrets as possible in this story, and I 
declare at once that Marjorie was perfectly 
right in stating to Blake that she loved another. 
She was secretly in love with Bob Armstrong, 
who, she believed, returned her affection, though 
he had never declared himself nor asked her 
parents' consent. 

We all know the tendency of very young 
people to fall in love with very young people 
of the opposite sex, so we can quite understand 
that Bob and Marjorie had been sweethearts 
in the early days of childhood. True, the affec- 
tion of today was not the child love of those 
years, but it was based upon those feelings of 
association and had drifted from the one stage 
into the other without knowledge or effort 
on the part of either.) 

CHAPTER XIV 
The Trap Is Set 

AS Inspector Blake was turning away from 
Marjorie, Kamenowaytum, the Indian 
chief, and Bill Miner entered the store, the latter 
pausing just inside the door. At the same 
moment, MacDonald and Armstrong came 
down from the upper room and stood talking 
together at the foot of the stairs, where Marjorie 
quickly joined them. 

The inspector was about to follow, when the 
chief walked quickly up to him and, speaking 
in broken English, said: 

" 'Nspector, I b'lieve whisky's bin brought 
in." 

"Ah!" cried Blake quickly, swinging round 
with an expression of astonishment and examin- 
ing the man with a scrutinizing gaze. "You have 
found out something, chief?" 



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"Yes," replied Kamenowaytum. "Least I 
heard a sled's come, and there'll be whisky on 
it, mebbee," he added inconclusively. 

"Oh!" A smile flickered on the officer's lips. 
"And do you know whose sled it is?" 

For answer the Indian shook his head. "Not 
the Company's?" he queried. 

"No," said Blake. "But it is young Mr. 
Armstrong's, and you would not accuse him, 
surely?" 

"Master Bob," stammered the old fellow, 
dumbfounded. '"Tain't him ye mean?" Whirling 
round, he shot the question at Miner. 

"It don't matter whose it is," Miner pointed 
out, coming forward. "Until the bootlegger 
is caught we are all under suspicion." 

The peculiar expression on the countenance 
of the speaker quite struck the officer. "How 
does the matter interest you so keenly?" he 
asked, eyeing him curiously. 

"I'm trying to help, same as you," Miner 
answered warily. 

"Hm!" said Blake, with a steady and apprais- 
ing gaze. "Your name is?" 

"Miner, Bill Miner," that individual answered 
quietly. 

"I think I have heard of you, Mr. Miner," said 
Blake, with a pecuHar smile. There was some- 
thing about the inspector's smile which was 
disturbing. Miner shifted his gaze. 

At that instant Alec MacDonald came in. He 
paused on the threshold, as if to take in the 
situation, then came forward, very reluctantly 
it seemed, and establishing himself on the 
counter sat swinging his legs. Evidently he 
was striving to seem cool and collected, but 
he was extremely nervous, because, now that the 
thing was begun, 'it looked horribly beset with 
danger. His heart was beating rapidly. 

"You have discovered a mare's nest, old 
man," Blake told Kamenowaytum. "Never 
mind; better luck next time." He patted the 
chief upon the shoulder and was turning away 
when Miner, perceiving his plans were coming 
to nothing, telegraphed Alec, "Say something." 

"What's that, inspector?". Alec asked, 
purposely raising his voice in order to attract 
the attention of the missionary. "You haven't 
discovered the bootlegger, have you?" He tried 
to assume an easy smile, which sat with ghastly 
effect upon his twitching, anxious face. 

He accomplished his end. The group at the 
foot of the staircase instantly arrested their 
conversation, turned quickly and were all sharp 
attention, their eyes upon the officer, waiting 
his reply. 

"Oh, it's a trifling mistake of the chief's, that's 
all," said Blake, obviously annoyed. 

"But are you sure, inspector?" asked Arm- 
strong, coming swiftly forward, to be more 
leisurely followed by Marjorie and her father. 
"What is it you suspect, Kamenowaytum?" 
he demanded of that man. 

The old Indian made no answer. He stood 
nervous and bewildered, mopping his face with 
a large red handkerchief which he had removed 
from his neck. 

"Come, tell me," persuaded the parson, "there 
may be something in it, after all." 

Blake wanted to laugh very much. The 
parson's insistence under the circumstances was 
very amusing. 

Still Kamenowaytum made no, reply. 
Evidently he was ashamed to acknowledge that 
he had been fooled into coming to the store. 



"If you have any suspicion, it is your duty 
to speak," the parson pointed out gravely. 

"Well, ye see, sir," the native stammered, 
moistening his dry lips with his tongue, "I 
wanted 'nspector t' search a sled, I did; but I 
find 'tis Master Bob's." 

The chief factor went into roars of laughter- 
"Oh, that's a good one. One on you, parson." 

At that the matter seemed likely to drop. But 
Miner caught Alec's eye and again telegraphed, 
"Say something." 

The latter turned very white, and his heart 
now beat almost audibly. 

"You forget, father," he pointed out, forcing 
his features into something of their wonted 
calmness, "that by your orders the Company's 
sleds were searched when they last returned 
from the interior, and it would be a silly thing 
to do, of course, but Bob wouldn't mind, and 
it would look better." He spoke in a louder 
voice than usual, in a determined effort to throw 
off the nervousness which possessed him. 

"There is something in what Alec says," the 
parson remarked. He paused, as if thinking 
it over, then, taking his resolve, "And I ask 
you, inspector, to make the search." 

"Nonsense," said MacDonald, whose amuse- 
ment turned to wrath on the instant. "Shame 
on you, Armstrong and you his father to 
suggest such an indignity being put upon the 
lad. If I were Bob, I would see the R.N.W.M.P. 
and all the rest of the alphabet to the devil be- 
fore I would permit it." 

"My old friend," said the parson gravely, 
putting his hand on his friend's shoulder, "your 
words do honor to your warm heart. But I 
would not have my son escape this thing, which 
would assuredly have been carried out upon 
another, simply because he is my son. Robert 
can have nothing to fear. Inspector Blake," he 
went on, turning to the officer, "I call upon you 
to do your duty, without fear or favor." 

A sudden exclamation broke from Marjorie's 
lips. "Oh, Mr. Armstrong," she protested. 

"You're a fool," said MacDonald, bluntly. 
"Do not heed him, Blake. He is crazy. This 
whisky business has turned his brain." 

"But. if he insists, sir, I must do my duty; 
though it be unpleasant and apparently quite 
unnecessary," said Blake, resenting the chief 
factor's attitude, which savoured of disrespect 
to the police. 

MacDonald cast a sharp, searching glance 
at Miner, as if his presence was not particularly 
agreeable to him. Then, as a suspicion crossed 
his mind, he demanded suddenly, staring 
at Kanienowaytum: "Who put you up to 
this? Come, speak out!" 

"Well, 'twas him," faltered the old Indian, 
indicating Bill Miner with a thrust of his lips and 
chin. "He come, he say 

"So, it was you," exclaimed MacDonald, with 
every manifestation of contempt. Then all the 
resentment that he had kept bottled up against 
the man all these months broke forth, and his 
anger at once became indignation. "It is this 
disreputable fellow," he blurted, as if with 
disregardful loosing of his real convictions, "this 
man who came from Heaven knows where, and 
who is, I am positive, guilty of carrying on 
criminal practices in a shack not a mile from 
here, that dares raise his voice against a man 
like Bob Armstrong." 



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For a moment Miner remained dumb. The 
attack had been so sudden, so unexpected, that 
he had been startled out of his powers of speech. 
Then he lost his head he who ordinarily was 
so calm and cunning and self-reliant his temper 
suddenly flashed out. 

"You are a liar, sir; a dastardly liar!" he 
cried, with a savage oath, his shifty grey eyes 
glaring banefully. "You heard that?" he went 
on blusteringly, appealing to the others. "You 
heard what he said? I'll have him up for 
defamation of character, and I shall require you 
all for witnesses. Kitche Ogema or chief 
factor, or whatever he calls himself, he shall 
answer for it. I'll I'll I'm not going to 
stand " he stuttered, then stopped short, for 
he found the inspector's eye fixed upon him, and 
there seemed to be a curious smile playing about 
the officer's lips. 

"Bah!" snorted Mr. MacDonald. "Do your 
worst. I know whereof I speak. I have means 
of proving what I say." 

Miner's face became whiter and his jaw 
dropped, his big hands clenching and unclenching 
where they hung at his sides. Then suddenly 
his eyes flashed like those of a tiger-cat. He 
raised his arm threateningly and advanced a 
step towards the speaker. But, before he could 
take the second, Blake caught his arm and, 
twisting him round, pulled him back with a 
command to remain quiet. Miner lapsed into 
a venomous silence. 

Now the chief factor had no knowledge of 
what had actually been going on in Miner's 
cabin. He knew what was said by those who 
had happened to pass the man's abode late at 
night that there had been sounds of revelry 
within and suspected that there had been 
gambling and drinking besides. Of any graver 
offence he had no suspicion. But Miner's 
conscience affixed another meaning to Mr. 
MacDonald's words, which, shot at one mark, 
had missed and made good in another. 

"Mr. MacDonald," said Blake firmly, "I 
cannot allow you to intimidate this man." 

"Intimidate! intimidate!" shouted the chief 
factor, now quite beside himself, for this touched 
him on a tender spot. "You you Is it this 
way you talk to me? Since when, may I ask, has 
it happened that Duncan MacDonald might not 
speak his mind to any hang-dog fellow that 
came before him? Would you have me believe 
that my authority as the Company's repre- 
sentative in these parts is a thing of the past and 
that you mounted police, with your red coats 
and big boots, are going to ride roughshod over 
all of us?" 

"My dear friend," said the parson soothingly, 
"the inspector is but doing his duty." 

For answer MacDonald broke into a hearty 
laugh. This was the nature of the man. 
"Inspector, I beg your pardon," he said, 
proffering his hand, which the other took 
readily enough. "I declare, I was getting a 
little warm. But what can you expect; the 
parson is enough to exasperate a saint." 

"We are making ourselves ridiculous," Blake 
decided. "I shall not waste another minute " 

"Inspector, I beg of you " began Armstrong. 

"Well," consented Blake, with an impatient 
shrug, "since you are so set on it, I will go as 
far as obtaining your son's assurance that he 
has nothing on his sled contrary to law. He is 
coming here before he goes to the mission; he 



told me that much himself. Will that satisfy 
you?" 

"Perfectly," said the clergyman. "Thank 
you, inspector." 

"Thank you, inspector," mimicked Mac- 
Donald, bitingly. "Good heavens, man! You 
speak as if you were arranging a christening, 
instead of how to bring insult upon your own 
son." 

With that Blake and Armstrong turned to 
Kamenowaytum, and the three began a 
conversation on ordinary every-day matters. 
The chief factor walked the floor, agitated, 
angry. Alec, from his position on the counter, 
whence he had never moved, watched his father 
narrowly, while Marjorie, filled with fearful 
excitement and anxiety, was for the moment 
left standing alone. With the exception of the 
solitary expression of astonishment which she 
had uttered at Armstrong's determination 
to have Bob's sled searched, she had remained 
all this time speechless. 

It often happens in life that when some 
important event is impending, the presentiment 
enters, takes possession of our mind. Our 
heart is oppressed, we know not why; our 
pulses cease to beat; we can scarcely breathe; and 
the mind must, at last, make a violent effort 
to gain its ascendancy over the body. So felt 
Marjorie. 

"Father, what can all this mean?" she asked, 
drawing him aside when his fitful perambulations 
took him her way. 

"Mean!" cried the father. "Mean! why, there 
is some villainy on foot I am convinced, and 
my instinct is sure. And that pompous young 
Blake and that stubborn old parson," striking 
his hands together, "are helping it on with all 
their might. The thickheads!" 

"Oh, father, can they do anything to Bob?" 
she enquired, anxiously, with clasped hands and , 
choking a little. 

"The Lord only knows," said he, testily. 
"Since these brilliantly colored popinjays came 
into this part of the world, turning everything 
topsy-turvy with their intolerable interference, 
one can never tell what is going to happen." Of 
course, the chief factor was monstrously unfair 
in this, but then, you know, he was exasperated, 
and in no mood to pick and choose his words. 

Just then Rogers came back. MacDonald 
motioned him forward. If Blake saw the act, he 
took no notice. Rogers seemed to sense that 
something untoward was going on. 

"Rogers," said the factor in a subdued 
voice, when the man stood before him, acting 
in that decisive, manner of his by which he 
commanded so much respect and even fear. 
"Rogers, there is some deviltry on foot. You 
must slip out unobserved, and then run as for 
your life; waylay Bob Armstrong and stop him 
from coming here. Tell him to drive straight 
to the mission and not spare his dogs ; and, if he 
has anything on his sled that he cannot 
satisfactorily account for to the inspector, 
tell him to bury it at once." 

"Ye-es, sir," stammered Rogers, nodding his 
puzzlement. He appeared bewildered and 
stunned. 

"Well, off you go then," commanded Mac- 
Donald sharply. But just then there came the 
sound of dog-bells outside. "Good Heavens!" he 
exclaimed with vexation, "we are too late!" 

(To be continued) 



16 



SEPTEMBER 1922 



THIS IS THE PRIZE STORY 



The Race for the Silver Fox 



By GEORGE R. RAY 
(Moose Factory] 



Note The judges pronounced this the best 
of the several stories submitted by H.B.C. 
people in connection with the competition 
announced in our May issue. Others will 
be published later. 

WHAT I can't make out, Geor- 
die," said Thomas, a bright 
young half-breed, readjusting the ten 
large fish which stood tail up, thawing 
out for the dogs, "is how it comes about 
that we was sent for instead of the 
Company. Cheepooskis is a Company 
man, always was he's got H.B.C. 
stamped all over him." 

Geordie, also a half-breed and a much 
older man, squatting on his heels before 
the fire and stirring a mug of tea with a 
piece of stick, nodded. 

"He's never given us a skin of fur as 
far as I knows of," continued Thomas, 
"yet he's sent for us now that he's got 
a fox. Funny!" 

" 'Twas the old woman who sent," 
Geordie corrected. 

"O-oh! 'Twas the old woman who 
sent!" 

Thomas was silent for a while before 
he spoke again. His gaze wandered 
through the few sparse trees and out to 
the cold, desolate region beyond. 

"Hum!" he said at last, "How'd we 
get word?" 

"She sent us a letter." 

The young man nodded. "I see," 
he said very slowly. "But the Com- 
pany'll be after us," he added. 

Geordie laughed derisively. "The 
Company knows nothing about it," he 
declared in a tone of exultant satis- 
faction, which concealed, however, a 
certain uneasiness. 

"All the same," said the young man, 
"I'll bet ye a pound of niggerhead that 
Old Joe's followin' us, and is at this very 
minute," with a wave of the hand, 
" 'way back there somewhere." 

In spite of himself, the addressed 
threw a quick, nervous glance in the 
direction indicated. "Old Joe! Bah!" 



he scoffed. Evidently the name of the 
old Indian was to him as the waving 
of a red flag before a bull. 

The Indian whom Geordie was on his 
way to visit at the time we make his 
acquaintance was known as a staunch 
Company man. Still Geordie was quite 
sanguine. He believed the news of 
Cheepooskis having a silver fox skin 
had been kept too close for even his 
enemy, Old Joe, to get word of it, and 
was feeling quite secure against being 
followed. 

Besides, Geordie knew Cheepooskis' 
wife for a bitter-tongued old hag, who, 
it was generally accepted, had great 
influence with her husband, and she had 
promised him her support. 

"Old Joe! Bah! Who's afraid of 
him? He's a has-been." 

"Facts don't seem t' bear out that 
statement," remarked Thomas, dryly. 

His companion's face went suddenly 
hard and cold. 

Unearthing a needle and thread from 
the lining of his cap, the younger man 
turned his attention to the more profit- 
able task of sewing up a rent in his 
pants. 

Of a sudden a dog whimpered. 

With a simultaneous movement, the 
two men rose to their feet and stood 
glancing to where their dogs were tied. 
One, a big huskie, was alternately whin- 
ing and sniffing and straining at his 
chain. 

"What's the matter with that dog?" 
asked Thomas. 

"Scents something deer, mebbe," 
said Geordie, resuming his former 
position. 

Soon Thomas followed suit and the 
two men smoked moodily until bed- 
time, when they were soon sleeping 
heavily. 

The fire burned down. 

Early darkness gathered and soon 
the stars shone out. The dim light 



SEPTEMBER 1922 



17 



revealed the desolate waste indistinctly. 
An hour went by, and a second hour. 
Then a tall figure silently and mysteri- 
ously appeared at some little distance 
from the camp. Weird and ghostly, it 
seemed to have arisen out of the very 
ground. Motionless, intent, it stood, 
while a flash of black eyes took in the 
scene in one swift glance. Evidently he 
had come to reconnoitre. For some 
moments he stood rubbing his nose and 
cheek with his bare hand, restoring the 
circulation, then, turning, he went away 
as silently as he had come. 

****** 

In the starlit, bitter cold of the morn- 
ing, Geordie crawled from his blankets, 
started the fire, then proceeded to make 
breakfast. 

Slowly and sleepily withdrawing from 
his warm blankets, Thomas jumped to 
the fire, shivering and yawning pro- 
digiously. 

A moody meal was taken. The men 
ate without speech. 

The meal finished, they began gather- 
ing their gear together Geordie went 
outside and harnessed the dogs, while 
Thomas carried the paraphernalia to 
the toboggan and "made up" the load. 
With joint efforts the two men secured 
it to the sled, straining at the lashing 
until there was no possibility of its 
shifting. 

Then Geordie strode off to pick up 
the trail where they had left it the night 
before. With long swinging strides he 
ate up the miles, his eyes roving the 
wilderness. 

After a lapse of perhaps four hours, 
the men paused to boil tea. As soon as 
it was finished they were off again. 

Suddenly, with a profane oath, Geor- 
die halted to stare at fresh marks in the 
snow. Tracks of men and dogs con- 
verged into the trail they were following 
and led ahead of them. For some few 
moments the man stood as one mes- 
merized. Suddenly he dropped on his 
knees and studied the signs minutely. 
The tracks had been made by two men 
on snowshoes. He saw where one of 
them had stepped aside to gaze along 
the trail by which Geordie had come. 
He knew at once what had happened. 
He knew it as though it had taken place 
before his eyes. These men had made a 
long detour and passed him in the night. 

Suddenly straightening himself, he 



let out a yell of fury which quickly 
brought Thomas to his side. 

"After them, man, after them," he 
shouted and dashed off in a swirl of 
snow. 

The young man promptly obeyed. 
Yelling like mad and slashing the team 
with his whip, he started after his 
partner. The heavily loaded toboggan 
rocked, swung sideways and upset. 

The driver swore profusely, righted 
the toboggan with a herculean effort 
and, with a yell to the dogs, once more 
sent them tearing over his partner's 
track. But in effect he had little hope 
of overtaking the quarry before it 
reached the tepee of Cheepooskis. 

Soon they came to the place where 
the men ahead of them had stopped to 
"spell" their dogs. 

Alongside the track was an Indian 
clock, evidently the work of the pur- 
sued a circle drawn in the snow with 
a stick stuck upright in its centre, and 
a line traced from the stick to the line 
of circumference to indicate where the 
shadow of the stick had fallen at the 
time the clock was made. The shadow 
was now falling some six inches from 
the line traced in the snow. Under the 
clock, in large, Indian characters, was 
the dreaded name Joe. 

The two men measured the space 
between the line and the shadow with 
critical eyes. 

"Two hours!" announced Geordie, 
cursing and shaking his fist at the un- 
offending sky. "They've been gone 
two hours!" 

Yelling and gesticulating like an ani- 




'Two hours," announced Geordie 



18 



SEPTEMBER 1922 




mated windmill, he rushed away. With 
a realization of almost certain defeat, 
but without the least abatement of his 
resolution, he covered the ground at an 
amazing rate of speed. 

It was not long before he was able to 
make out the toboggan ahead of them. 
Geordie stopped, turned and rushed 
back to meet the toboggan, and when 
he came up to it, without a word of 
explanation, he tore at the lashing. 
Intuitively Thomas knew his partner's 
intent and, throwing off his mittens, 
assisted in stripping the toboggan 
of its load, which was unceremoniously 
dumped at the side of the track. Then 
with a "light" toboggan they raced at a 
terrific pace after the enemy, who was 
threatening to wrest the spoils from 

their very grrasp. 

****** 

All unconscious of the strenuous 
efforts that were being made to reach 
him by men of rival concerns, Chee- 
pooskis sat in his tepee staring at an 
ill-burning fire. His wife was watching 
him closely, though she moved about 
doing inconsequential things. A dozen 
times she stole outside and long and 
earnestly scrutinized the trail leading 
up the hill from the distance. At last 
she returned with a look of satisfaction 
on her face. 

"Someone is coming," she said casu- 
ally. 

Her husband looked up sharply. His 
brows drew together, a look of sus- 
picion flashed in his eyes. 

"Who is it?" he queried. "It can't 
be the Company, for the dogs are not 
due for ten days." 

"Then it must be the trader," the 
woman asserted, with a sidelong look 
at her husband as if to see the effect of 
her words. 

"And for what would he be coming 
here?" demanded the old man. 

The woman smiled disagreeably and 
shrugged her scraggy shoulders. 

Suddenly she stood in the attitude of 
listening. 

There was a sound of voices outside. 
A look of triumph flashed in the 
woman's eyes. 

A hand drew back the flap of the 
tepee, and a man's head appeared 
framed in the aperture. 

"Watchea," said a low voice. Jerk- 
ing off a heavy mitten, the newcomer 
extended his hand. 



The welcoming smile which was 
spreading over the woman's face was 
stopped short. 

"Watchea/' she returned, with no 
cordiality of voice or manner as she 
took the hand and shook it limply. 

At the sound of the man's voice, 
Cheepooskis glanced up sharply and, 
when the newcomer advanced to shake 
hands, greeted him with ill-concealed 
relief in his tone and manner. 

A meal was set before the visitor. 
During the meal Joe's partner stumbled 
into the tepee bearing a bundle with 
blanket wrapping, and, dropping this 
at Joe's feet, flung himself down on a 
pile of bedding and straightway fell 
into an exhausted sleep. 

To the old trapper, the young 
Indian's exhaustion was significant. He 
glanced at Joe and raised his eyebrows. 
Joe nodded. 

Cheepooskis smiled grimly, at the 
same time regarding his wife out of the 
tail of his eye. 

With her old black eyes snapping 
fiercely, the vixen stood nursing a sullen 
silence. She knew what was going to 
happen. 

There was a sudden faint outcry as 
from dogs in the distance. The old hag 
pricked up her ears at the sound and 
stood listening. 

The sounds rapidly drew nearer and 
nearer. 

The woman fidgeted. Dare she leave 
these men alone together for a moment? 

She strained her ears to the utmost. 
There was the sound of voices outside. 
She could not stand this. She flashed 
the men a glance. She decided to 
chance it. 

With her eyes on her husband she 
edged towards the entrance and slipped 
out. 

Instantly something happened inside 
the tepee. 

Without moving from his place, and 
at the same time keeping an eye on the 
entrance, Cheepooskis reached be- 
hind him and brought forth a sack 
which he handed without a word to his 
visitor. 

Joe put his hand in the sack and 
pulled out a silver fox skin. It was a 
dark, glossy skin with good shoulders 
and markings, and for an instant the 
old fellow's eyes glistened. 



SEPTEMBER 1922 



19 



At that moment the woman came 
back, perceived what the trader held 
in his hand and sprang forward as 
though to snatch it away. But with 
upraised hand Joe halted her. 

"For Cheepooskis have I a mes- 
sage," he said solemnly and with much 
dignity. "Listen to the words of Kiche 
Ogemo (Chief Factor). 'It has come 
to my ears that Cheepooskis is with- 
out rifle, therefore send I to him a rifle 
that he may hunt meat, and for his 
woman send I a shawl of black cashmere 
with silk tassels. These things send I 
by Old Joe as present^ to Cheepooskis, 
who is a mighty hunter.' " 

The old harriden's anger died on the 
instant. A smile puckered her crafty 
old face. 

"Kiche Ogemo is very kind," she 



said glibly, evading her husband's eye. 
"The Company is generous. Not so 
the free trader who robs the poor 
Indian." 

Just then the flap of the tepee was 
lifted and Geordie stood in the entrance. 
His hard, light eyes, malignant, sinister, 
were fixed upon his enemy. That Old 
Joe had secured the fox skin he never 
for a moment doubted. The situation 
was conclusive. 

Unconcerned, grinning, Thomas' face 
appeared over his partner's shoulder. 

"Hullo, Joe!" he cried cheerfully, 
"So you've beat us to it again, old 
scout. We can't put anythin' over on 
you, can we?" 

A smile spread over the honest face 
of old Joe. 




OFFICERS OF THE 

HUDSON'S BAY 

COMPANY 




IV 

P. E. H. Sewell 
Assistant Secretary 



THE subject of the accompanying illustration, Mr. P. E. H. Sewell, joined the 
Company's staff on January 1st, 1902. He spent two years in the transfer 
office and secretary's department before joining the accountant's department, to 
which he has devoted more than eighteen years of unsparing service. 

In March, 1913, Mr. Sewell was appointed accountant, and in the following 
year he paid a brief official visit to Winnipeg in that capacity. 

During the difficult days of the war he successfully managed to keep the 
Company's accounts "all square" with a staff of one, until he left to join the Artists' 
Rifles. 

The strenuous days of peace that have followed in the wake of the war have 
seriously curtailed Mr. Sewell's leisure for active participation in sport, but he is 
especially keen on Association football, cricket and lawn tennis. 

Mr. Sewell has recently been appointed an assistant secretary. 



20 



SEPTEMBER 1922 



Published Monthly by the Hudson's Bay 

Company for Their Employees 

Throughout the Service 




The Beaver 

"A Journal of Progress" 

Copyright, 1922, by the Hudson's Bay Company 

Address all communications to Editor 

"THE BEAVER" York and Main Streets, 

Winnipeg, Canada 



VolII 



SEPTEMBER 1922 



No. 12 



Canada on the Sea 

THAT Canada should foster a "sea- 
consciousness" for herself was but 
lately reaffirmed by Mr. Aemiljus 
Jarvis when retiring from the active 
presidency of the Navy League. It is 
a tenet of the Navy League that Canada 
should maintain an interest on the sea. 
A country touching two oceans, a 
nation with huge public interest in 
railways, cannot reap the full profit 
from her products if rail transport is 
not supplemented by ocean communi- 
cations. Canada's merchandise should 
not lie at her ports for others to trans- 
port. 

But it follows that Canada cannot 
build up an interest on the sea without 
Canadian sailors. An adequate number 
of Canadians must adopt the sea as a 
vocation, and, as Mr. Jarvis stated, 
"it is essential that institutions be pro- 
vided through such an organization as 
the Navy League for the proper housing 
of Canadian sailors when ashore." 

As a part of the Empire which has 
thrived by development of the ocean 
highways Canada can acquire a "sea- 
consciousness" which will enable her to 
"talk to the world." 



The Ghost of Fear 

WHEN you see a cur dog running 
down the street with his head 
hanging and his tail between his legs, 
the first impulse is to kick him. But 
the fellow that trots briskly up to us, 
head erect and tail a-wag, finds us 
usually glad to see him, ready to give a 
smile and a pat instead of a kick. 

It is much easier and far more profit- 
able to be positive than negative. 
Canada needs positive thinkers and 
there are unlimited fields for men who 
can lay the ghost of fear. 



Rum and the Indian 

A DARK rumour has come down 
through the years and the canard 
is still given credence in some quarters 
that in its early operations the Company 
employed spirituous liquors in the 
Indian trade, to the degradation of the 
native and the profit of the H.B.C. 

To anyone examining the original old 
records, reports, regulations and orders- 
in-council promulgated by officials of the 
Company, it becomes clear that H.B.C. 
never countenanced or recognized the 
practice. Among many references in 
the archives, the following alone will 
serve to illustrate: 

From the orders of the board to the 
governor and council at Eastmain 
Factory, Hudson Bay, dated 26th May, 
1802: "Some of our inland traders 
are apt to become very lavish with 
spirituous liquors amongst the 
Indians. This conduct is exceeding 
wrong and we desire that it be 
discontinued. We also caution our 
traders against using harsh language 
to the natives. It can answer no good." 

From the sailing orders and instruc- 
tions to the captain of the H.B.C. 
schooner Mink, dated 15th July, 1874: 
"In your outward-bound passage 
you are not to carry out or permit 
or connive at any person or persons 
taking on board our ship any 
spiri tuous liq u or s . " 

Doubtless in some instances at isolat- 
ed posts in the wilderness there were 
infractions of the rules. Sometimes 
the excuse was given that free traders 
employed liquor lavishly in their deal- 
ings with the Indians and that the 
offending H.B.C. servant was com- 



SEPTEMBER 1922 



21 



OUR COVER 

THE illustration comprising our front 
cover this month represents a modern 
H.B.C. fur brigade in the Nipigon coun- 
try of northern Ontario. Nine men form 
the crew of the large "North" or freight 
canoe. They are shown resting on the 
paddles while a Hudson's Bay Point 
Blanket is spread to the wind. 



pelled to fight fire-water with fire- 
water. But over the whole of the 
service for the whole of the time 
H.B.C. has operated in the Northland 
the record is remarkably clean. For 
sagacious handling of the Indians and 
fair dealing the Company set a shining 
example. The Indian degraded or 
mistreated would not have continued 
zealously loyal to H.B.C. through so 
many generations. 



Gone, But 

THE good old summer time has 
sped. Swift-falling twilights and chill 
evenings halt incipient golf and tennis 
contests and send the outdoorsman 
homeward thinking of the fur-collared 
coat that soon must be in active requi- 
sition. 

A short but intensely busy season is 
summer in the prairie northwest. A 
time to build up stamina against the 
red-blooded demands of husky winter. 
Gardening time, when some who hold 
that sports are idle and inane, raise 
blisters and green grocers' truck on 
backyard plots. Beach time and camp 
time, when one may commune with the 
very soul of nature, learning at first 
hand about wild two-legged and four- 
legged things, plants, flowers and in- 
sects; learning also new facts about 
bush culinary and baching, tanning 
tender skins, keeping a canoe dry inside, 
how a "flapper" can dance to the sough 
of soft music in the pavilion, and 
what real hunger is if the larder runs 
lean in camp. 

The good old summer time is but a 
torn sheaf from the calendar and 
MEMORIES. But there's more power 
in your good right arm; more "pep" in 
your gait and light in your eye. You 



can smile at the frost. You are ready 
for a frolic or a blizzard. 
Let the cur-r-lin' come! 



Why Drown? 

)many of us spend a large part of 
ur vacation in a canoe, a motor 
boat or "just bathing" that it is well to 
remember this : 

The best way to drown is to throw 
up both hands and shout "Help." 
Many good barrels have been ruined by 
rolling drowned people over them. 
Learn the proper method of resuscita- 
tion before going to "the Beach." 
Never take a girl canoeing unless you 
can swim for two, or know that the 
girl can save you. And remember, a 
canoe is different to a canal boat. It 
is safe to stand up in a canal boat. 



Through Back Windows 

FOR an insight into a man's true 
character let us always examine 
the rear of his house. The front is a 
sham. The rear alone is sincere. 

From the street the world beholds 
only a mask. The front is ornate; the 
steps are clean; the windows shine like 
mirrors; the neat curtains are closely 
drawn and it is not often that one may 
obtain a glimpse of the inmates. 

But to us who command the rear 
view, all masks are dropped. The 
house is rough and unfinished. Its 
dingy walls are broken with mere 
square holes of windows. And the 
back yard is a sort of airing place for 
family secrets. Here are all the whip- 
pings and scoldings of the children, the 
accumulating place of dust, dirt and 
rubbish, the place where the cats 
serenade on fences at night. 

How like a man's house are his 
dealings with the world! The side of 
him that people see is garnished by a 
thousand decorative touches; by care- 
fully selected phrases; by judicious 
smiles and sympathetic sighs; by ful- 
some compliments that may mean 
nothing or everything. 

We so strive that people should like 
us and think only nice things of us 
that we. spend most of our time in 
decorating the "front." What bare 



SEPTEMBER 1922 




and uninviting walls we often leave 
behind! 

We are all-observant of what our 
neighbors do. We do not fail to see 
the rubbish in their back yards and all 
of the disagreeable things at their rear 
windows. 

Isn't it possible that in looking at 
the back of other people's houses we 
sometimes neglect our own? 

When? 

AT what hour should a man rise? 
"Early," said Benjamin Franklin. 
"Late," said St. Augustine. "Any 
time," said Rousseau. 

Looking backwards through history, 
we find a great variety of evidence on 
this question. Beethoven, in his latter 
years, breakfasted at three in the after- 
noon. Napoleon lost Waterloo because 
he slept until noon. 

Sir Isaac Newton was often still 
snoring at midday. Ruskin probably 
never saw a sunrise. Darwin arrived 
daily at his studio about eleven and 
Abraham Lincoln once moved to open 
court at twelve instead of ten. Ibsen, 



appearing in his nightshirt, scandalized 
his neighbors by standing at an open 
window taking breathing exercises 
while the others of his household were 
eating luncheon. 

Oliver Goldsmith rarely left his 
house until nightfall. Dr. Johnson was 
called every morning at nine and then 
took three hours to wake up. Shakes- 
peg re conducted his affairs from his 
bed, and Mark Twain wrote his last 
two books there. Montaigne said the 
daytime was "lonely," and Dean Swift 
complained that the penalty of being 
a dean was that he had to live too 
close to the cathedral and be awakened 
too early by its chimes. 

The point of the whole matter is 
that for the man who lives by his 
"cerebellum" the day commences 
around noon. The morning is only for 
the hewer of wood and the drawer of 
water. And when we boast about the 
pleasures of rising at cock-crow in 
order to experience the glory of the 
morning and arrive at the desk before 
eight-thirty we are simply easing by the 
euphemism of self-cajolery the reality 
of our hard servitude. 



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$2 For Best Last Line 

LIMERICK No. 3 

A boxer who'd ne'er won a fight 

Was matched with the champion one night. 

As he rose from his chair 

He thought fists filled the air; 



FOR the best fifth or final line to the 
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LAST MONTH'S RESULTS 

PRIZE for last month's best last line for the 
"Lady of Clewer" limerick (page 11, col. 1, 
August issue) was awarded to W. I. Leatham, 
stock room, Hudson's Bay Company, retail, 
Vancouver. The winning line read, " 'Twas 
as good as a movie, for sure." 

Contestants deserving special mention are" 
Cyril E. Louth, H.B.C., Yorkton, Sask. "But 
get up and finish your tour." 

A. Milne, clerk, H.B.C., Pointe Bleu, P.Q. 
" Your calves are alright I am sure." 

W. A. Mitchell, stores administration offices, 
H.B.C., Winnipeg " You can still distance 
any pursuer." 



Right H. A. Halvor- 
sen, H.B.C. post man- 
ager at Kowkash, Ont., 
and wife. 





At the Left Adrian 
(Buddy) Mapstone, 
seventeen months' old 
daughter of E. F. Map- 
stone, Chief Account- 
ant's office, Winnipeg, 
all ready for a dip in 
Lake Winnipeg, at 
Gimli, Man. 



23 

THANKS TO H.B.C. 

By Mary Priestly Prime 
(ex London Office) 

An H.B.C. in miniature 
Is what I duly run to-day. 
The filing I have overhauled; 
Cleared up a muddle which appalled 
Even a mortal frail like me: 
And now I like the H.B.C. 
Keep divers records fair to see 
Of all I send away. 

A year ago I should have sat 

And wept large tears such things to see 

A filing system quite awry 

(Which might have made a Spar tan cry!) 

And letters in a muddle quite 

Enough to keep awake at night 

A secretary filled with fright 

Who knew not H.B.C. 

I set to work and made a plan 
(Based on the plans of H.B.C.), 
And now if ever we are writing 
Business letters (very biting) 
We can refer without delay 
To what he wrote the other day, 
And quickly write what we should say, 
Thanks to the H.B.C. 



THE RADIO NUT 
By C. E. Louth 

He sits all night and he sits all day 

With receivers to his ears, 
And he tells us tales, oh wondrous tales, 

Of the wonderful things he hears. 
He hears the Japs and he hears the Chinks, 

And he hears the Germans too; 
He hears the Russians trying to fight, 

And the bargaining of the Jew. 
He hears the lovely concerts that the Free 

Press often holds, 

And he claps his hands when he hears the 
bands, 

And shouts " 'Tis better than gold 
To be able to hear, while sitting here, 

All snug and ou t of the cold, 
The beautiful music sweet and bright, 

That wanders around the sky at night." 

Oh! he's a nut, we'll all admit 

A nut o'er the radiophone. 
But all we can safely say is this 

That he is not alone; 
For many men's brains, as we all know, 

Have been turned by that bloomin* 

old radio. 
But we should worry and we should fret, 

For the radiophone hasn't got us yet. 
"But don't ever worry," our friends do say; 

"It may get you tomorrow, or even today." 
So beware, kind friends, and watch where 
you go, 

Or your brain will be turned by that old 
radio. 



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SEPTEMBER 1922 



COTTON 

By T. P. WEBSTER 
in the Canadian Purchaser 



importance of cotton in the 
civilized life of to-day is probably 
but vaguely realized by the majority 
of people. In the U.S. A. they consume 
raw cotton at the rate of about twenty- 
six pounds per capita each year, which 
if translated to yards of cloth and other 
fabric would make a strip longer than 
the distance from the earth to the moon, 
and a yard wide all the way. 

Perhaps the best illustration of the 
importance of this fibre can be found 
in the plight of Germany during the 
great war. In spite of her accumulated 
stores of cotton and her domestic pro- 
duction of wool, hemp and flax; in 
spite of the fact that considerable 
cotton filtered through in the early 
months of the blockade, her population 
at the end of four years was wearing 
clothes made of paper. Tablecloths, 
napkins, towels, sheets, underwear, 
hosiery, not to mention draperies, were 
practically unobtainable. Bandages 
and surgical dressing were made of 
paper; gun-cotton had to be displaced 
with "ersatz," as did sail cloth, tire 
duck, and numberless other commod- 
ities. 

The word "cotton" is said to be 
derived from an Arabic word, "qutun," 
originally meaning flax; and the botan- 
ical name of the plant, Gossypium, 
signifying the fleece worn, was 
first found in the writings of Pliny, 
and is derived from the Sanskrit. Thus, 
in the mere origins of the colloquial and 
scientific designations of the plant, we 
have ample proof of its antiquity. 

In all the cultivated species the plant 
attains a height of two to four feet. 
The leaves vary, but all have charac- 
teristic lobes. The blossoms also vary 
a good deal in color, but have this in 
common, that the seeds are contained 
in a pod or boll which is filled with a 
floss not unlike that of the common 
milkweed. In due course the boll 
bursts, exposing the mass of fluffy fibre 
from which the plant derives its ex- 
traordinary value. The superiority of 
cotton over other vegetable fibres, 
such as hemp or flax, is in the natural 
twist, which makes it inherently adapt- 
able to spinning. The single fibre 



consists of a hollow tube having trans- 
verse joints at irregular intervals, and 
this tube, when dry, has a tendency to 
flatten out and curl. The more of this 
natural elasticity is found in the fibre 
the better it is for spinning purposes, 
and an immature fibre is for this reason 
unsatisfactory. Cotton is exceedingly 
susceptible to moisture, and a succes- 
sion of violent atmospheric changes 
will cause such a rapid contraction and 
expansion in its fibre as to destroy its 
elasticity. From the point of view of 
the manufacturer there is very little 
difference between immature cotton 
and that which has suffered loss of 
vitality. Besides yielding a natural 
wool from which a tremendous number 
of products are derived, the seed of the 
plant gives forth a highly useful vege- 
table oil, and the stems and leaves are 
used for fodder. 

The Arabs and Saracens were largely 
responsible for the introduction of the 
textile industries to western Europe in 
the ninth century, but it was not until 
about the middle of the seventeenth 
century that any great progress was 
made. During this time the British 
began to attempt the cultivation of 
cotton in their colonies, and it was about 
1650 when the first Virginia plantations 
were begun. Since that time the United 
States has forged ahead until at present 
it grows over three-fifths of the world's 
crop. 

The cultivation of cotton in Egypt 
was begun about 1821, American Sea 
Island seeds being imported at that 
time. The fertile alluvial soil of the 
Nile delta was found particularly 
adapted to this use, and extensive ir- 
rigation later expanded the area. The 
construction of the great Assouan dam 
late in the nineteenth century gave a 
tremendous impetus to the industry. 
Egyptian cotton is mostly of the long 
staple variety, the best, known as 
Sakellarides, averaging an inch and 
three-quarters. The 1919 crop con- 
sisted of sixty per cent, of this variety. 

Cotton culture in India is perhaps 
the oldest of all, but Indian cotton is 
of the short staple variety, and can 
only be used by certain manufacturers, 
most of which are located in Japan and 
Germany. About twenty-five million 
acres are said to be under cultivation, 
but statistics are very meagre. 






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China has long been a large grower of 
cotton, but the native species are of a 
harsh, short fibre. American cotton 
has recently been introduced to the 
southern provinces. 

Russia began to raise American cot- 
ton on a large scale in Turkestan only 
some fifteen years ago, and bids fair to 
become a large producer. 

The greatest part of the American 
crop consists of the Upland variety, 
although, as we have noted, there is a 
small but important crop of Sea Island 
in the southern Atlantic States. An- 
other long staple species, known as 
Pimas, has recently been introduced 
in Arizona, and the alluvial soil of 
Mississippi, Arkansas and Louisiana 
has produced still other desirable 
species, locally known as "Rivers," 
"Peelers" and "Benders." 

The cotton season, of course, varies 
in different latitudes, but the planting 
is done everywhere in the early spring 
months. The proper care and fer- 
tilization of the soil and its preparation 
to receive the seed is of the utmost im- 
portance. The plant ripens in about 
four months, so that the picking season 
in the United States usually begins in 
August, and continues until the first 
killing frost. From the time of the 
opening of the first bolls, the cotton 
continues to grow, unless killed by 
drought or insects, until the cold puts 
a stop to vegetation, and the same stalk 
frequently contains ripe and immature 
cotton at the same time. The cotton 
which matures first and has been least 
exposed to weather when picked is 
likely to be freer of spots and discolor- 
ations than that which is picked at the 
end of the season. 

The two great enemies of the cotton 
plant are drought and insect depre- 
dations. Late frosts and the right 
quantity of rain and sunshine are what 
every cotton planter prays for, and 
praying is about all he can do in this 
respect. Not so, however, with in- 
sects. Unfortunately, there are a great 
number of rapacious little creatures, ren- 
dered particularly hardy by some 
caprice of Nature, to whom the growing 
cotton plant represents an especial 
delicacy. Against them, the planters, 
under the guidance of the department 
of agriculture, are waging continuous 
warfare. It is said that insect depre- 
dation, at pre-war prices, cost the coun- 



try an annual sum of $60,000,000, 
more than half of which is attributable 
to the two worst offenders, the boll 
weevil and the boll worm. Coming in 
hordes across the Mexican border, the 
boll weevil has destroyed millions of 
bales of cotton annually, and as yet 
no effective remedy has been found to 
exterminate it. 

Even at that, however, the planter's 
greatest worry is perhaps not so much 
the growth as the harvesting of his 
crop. To get his cotton picked rapidly 
and properly, an operation for which no 
successful machinery has yet been de- 
vised, and to have it properly ginned, 
presents his chief problem. If cotton 
is left too long on the stem it will be ex- 
posed to the detrimental effects of the 
weather. Coloring matter from the 
newly opened bolls, or from the soil, is 
washed into the floss by the rain, and 
while such spots or stains may be 
bleached out by the sun, the lustrous 
bloom never returns. Frost will make 
permanent tiriges or stains, and the 
wind will frequently wrap the pen- 
dulous locks of fibre covered seed about 
the stems of the plant or tangle them up 
in the leaves. 

The classification of cotton into the 
standard grades fixed by the govern- 
ment constitutes an exceedingly dif- 
ficult art. There is absolutely no 
mechanical basis, and the classification 
is a purely relative one. The top grades 
have to show practically a perfect, 
lustrous, silky, white and clear fibre. 

Aside from grade, length and strength 
are of equal importance to the manu- 
facturer. Cotton 11-8 inch is termed 
short, while that over 11-8 inch is long. 
The normal lengths run from 3-4 inch 
to 1 7-8 inch. 


CONFLICTING ACCOUNTS 

Little Helen Mamma, the minister told me 
today that God gave me to you. 

Mother Well, He did, my dear. 

Helen Then somebody isn't telling the truth. 
I heard auntie telling Mrs. Brown that the court 
gave me to you. 

"Mother," little Archie said, "it wasn't the 
stork that brought baby." 

"Who was it, then?" his mother asked, curious 
to hear what idea her small son had in his head. 

"It was the milkman," Archie replied with 
absolute positiveness. "He has a sign painted 
right on his wagon: 'Families Supplied Daily.' " 



SEPTEMBER 1922 



BEAVER 




SEW SEW 

"How do you feel?" asked the physician who 
had been called to attend the seamstress. "Oh, 
sew, sew, but I seam worse today and have 
stitches in my side." The doctor hemmed and 
told her she would mend soon. 

A PROHIBITION RUB-DOWN 

Patient Parent Well, child, what on earth's 
the matter now? 

Young Hopeful (who has been bathing with 
his bigger brother) Willie dropped the towel 
in the water and he's dried me wetter than I 
was before. 

NO EPITAPH FOR HIM 

"Just bear in mind, my boy." 
"What, dad?" 

"You don't find any epitaph in any cemetery 
reading, "Here lies a crackerjack poolplayer." 

TAKES CARE OF 'EM 

Mrs. Goodsole I am soliciting for the poor. 
What do you do with your cast-off clothing? 

Mr. Longsufferer I hang them up carefully 
and put on my pyjamas. Then I resume them 
in the morning. 

SIMPLIFIED ANATOMY 

Mary had been spanked by her mother. She 
was crying in the hallway, when the minister 
entered. 

"Well, well, what's the matter with my 
little girl to-day?" he inquired. 

"It hurts," she sobbed. 

"What hurts, my dear?" 

"The back of my lap." 

TICKLISH 

I hate my woolen underwear! 

I'm mad enough to bawl! 
It itches here, it itches there! 

The darned itch seems to crawl! 
.And when I start to scratch somewhere, 

That aint the place at all. 



ONE WAY OUT 

"Our dance floor is small, and I'm afraid it 
will be too crowded. Hadn't we better limit the 
invitation to, say, a hundred?" 

"No; just ask all the fellows to bring thin 
girls." 

ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN 

Dear Editor I am having some trouble with 
my fiancee. She seems to want everything her 
own way, and I want something my way once 
in a while. What do you advise me to do? 

Alfred 

Dear Alfred Get accustomed to it as soon 
as you can. 

NOT FOR PUBLICATION 

"Father," said a little boy thoughtfully, as he 
watched his parent collect his notes and arrange 
the slides for a parish entertainment, "why is it 
that when you spend your holiday in the Holy 
Land you always give a lantern lecture on it? 
You never do when you have been to Paris." 

AN EYE TO BUSINESS 

A wig which was lost by an American whilst 
bathing at Palm Beach was washed ashore by 
the tide the following day. An enterprising 
firm is now bottling the stuff and selling it as a 
proved "hair-restorer." 

CURTAIN 

Husband (newly married) : Don't you think 
love, if I were to smoke, it would spoil the cur- 
tains? 

Wife: Ah, you are the most unselfish and 
thoughtful husband in the world; certainly it 
would. 

Husband: Well, then, take the curtains down. 

SHE COPPED IT 

"Oh, please, m'am," gasped the nursemaid, 
"I've lost little Nora!" 

"Gracious, girl! Why didn't you speak to a 
policeman?" 

"I was speaking to one at the time, m'am." 



SEPTEMBER 1922 



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ADDITIONS TO HISTORICAL? 
EXHIBIT 

A CKNOWLEDGMENT is made of the 
"receipt of the following items for the H.B.C. 
historical exhibit at Winnipeg: 

Picture frame souvenir and photograph of 
Ss. Pelican and notebook from Moose Fac- 
tory containing notes written about 1840. 
Loaned by Mr. H. M. S. Cotter. 

Sample of Cree syllabic writing and 
translation of same presented by Arch- 
deacon Paries of York Factory. 

Red stone pipe presented by Mr. Sebas- 
tien McKenzie, manager of H.B.C. post at 
Fort McKenzie, Ungava. 

Pair of beaded cuffs and pair of beaded 
rosettes, being jacket ornaments made for 
Chief Big Canoe of Lake Simcoe, Ontario, 
presented by Mr. H. Smith, Winnipeg. 

Lieut-Col. H. Swinford has presented the 
top of a jackstaff formerly over the gate of 
Fort Garry and which jackstaff was blown 
down in a storm about 1872. 



MURDERED ENGLISH 

THE following has been submitted as an 
illustration of what can be done with and 
to our English language when one has the nerve 
to do it. The composition is credited to a 
foreigner in a Winnipeg night school: 

THE FROG 

What a queer bird the frog are 
When he sit he stand, almost. 
When he hop he fly, almost. 
He ain't got no sense, hardly. 
He ain't got no tail hardly, either. 
He sit on what he ain't got, almost. 



AN EXTRAORDINARY WILL 

Last Will and Testament of 
Charles Lounsbury 

AS a literary masterpiece Charles L. Louns- 
bury 's last will and testament will endure. 
No man was ever actuated by more beautiful senti- 
ments. Other men, more successful in business, 
have something more tangible to leave and need 
to have their wishes expressed in language that 
is direct, precise and practical. The will reads: 

I, Charles Lounsbury, being of sound mind and 
disposing memory, do hereby make and publish 
this, my last will and testament, in order as 
justly as may be to distribute my interest in the 
world among succeeding men. 

I. That part of my interest which is known in 
law and recognized in the sheepbound volumes 
as my property, being inconsiderable and of no 
account, I make no disposal of in this, my will. 



II. My right to live, being but a life estate, is 
not at my disposal, but these things except ed all 
else in the world I now proceed to devise and 
bequeath. 

III. I give to good fathers and mothers, in 
trust for their children, all good little words of 
praise and encouragement, and all quaint pet 
names and endearments, and I charge said parents 
to use them justly and generously, as the needs 
of their children may require. 

IV. I leave to children inclusively, but only 
for the term of their childhood, all and every, 
the flowers of the fields, and the blossoms of 
the woods, with the right to play among them 
freely and according to the customs of children, 
warning them at the same time against thistles, 
and thorns. And I devise to children the banks 
of the brooks, and the golden sands beneath the 
waters thereof, and the odors of the willow that 
dips therein, and the white clouds that float high 
over the giant trees. And I leave the children 
the long, long days to be merry in, in a thousand 
ways, and the night and the moon and the train 
of the Milky Way to wonder at, but subject, 
nevertheless, to the rights hereinafter given to 

. lovers. 

V. I devise to boys jointly all the useful idle 
fields and commons where ball may be played, 
all pleasant waters where one may swim, all 
snow-clad hills where one may coast and all 
streams and ponds where one may fish, or where, 
when grim winter comes, one may skate; to have 
and to hold the same for the period of their boy- 
hood. And all meadows with the clover and 
butterflies thereof, the woods with their appur- 
tenances, the squirrels and birds and echoes and 
strange noises, and all distant places which may 
be visited, together with the adventures there 
to be found. And I give to said boys, each his 
own place at the fireside, at night, with all the 
pictures that may be seen in the burning wood, 
to enjoy without let or hindrance and without 
any encumbrance of care. 

VI. To lovers, I devise their imaginary world, 
with whatever they may need, as to the stars of 
the sky, the red roses by the wall, the bloom of 
the hawthorn, the sweet strains of music, and 
aught else by which they may desire to figure to 
each other the lastingness and beauty of their 
love. 

VII. To young men jointly, I devise and 
bequeath all boisterous inspiring sports of rivalry, 
and I give to them the disdain of weakness and 
undaunted confidence in their own strength. 
Though they are rude, I leave them the power 
to make lasting friendships, and of possessing 
companions, and to them exclusively I give all 
merry songs and brave choruses, to sing with 
lusty voices. 



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VIII. And to those who are no longer children 
or youths or lovers, I leave memory, and I 
bequeath to them the volumes of the poems of 
Shakespeare and Burns and of other poets, if 
there be others, to the end that they may live 



the old days over again, freely and fully, with- 
out tithe or diminution. 

IX. To our loved ones with snowy crowns I 
bequeath the happiness of old age, the love and 
gratitude of their children until they fall asleep. 
CHARLES LOUNSBURY. (Seal) 



WINNIPEG 



It is rumored that next year when 
certain St. James folk go on their 
holidays they are going to wear rain- 
coats to bed. Ask Jean Leckie the 
reason. 

Further extracts from Beaver prize 
novel: "Let me kiss those tears away, 
sweetheart," he begged tenderly. She 
fell into his arms and he was very busy 
for the next few minutes. But the 
tears flowed on. "Can nothing stop 
them?" he asked, breathlessly. "No," 
she murmured. "It's hay fever, but 
go on with the treatment." 

News from Selkirk is to the effect 
that Chas. Johnstone was seen passing 
through that "burg" one morning at 
6.30 a.m. in a "Henry" going at a 
dizzy clip in the direction of Winnipeg, 
apparently returning from the beach. 
To enquiries as to whether his delayed 
return was due to a puncture or to a 
prairie "chicken," Charlie is mum. 

Considerable curiosity is rampant 
as to how Mr. Aulis got such a sore 
eye. He says it's a cold; but a spoon- 
ing couple who were performing out- 
side his domicile quite late one night, 
and upon whom he kept a close eye, 
may have been the innocent cause. 

A little bird has whispered that Miss 
Miller of the grocery department is one 
of the next brides-to-be. 

Pat Slavin, of the grocery department, 
was married August 12th. His asso- 
ciates gave him a rousing send-off. 

Her friends will all be glad to know 
Miss Aileen Hunter has fully recovered 
from the severe shock she received 
when a rash attempt was made to 
kidnap her on her way back from 
lunch last week. 



WISE AND OTHERWISE 

"You got a bad cold, girlie." 

"Yes, without a moment's warning the floor- 
walker took me out of furs and put me into 
chiffons." 

WHAT DOES "PLEASE" COST? 

The cost of the word "please" in telegraph 
tolls in the United States is estimated to be 
$1,000,000 a year. 

Was there ever a better lesson in the value of 
good breeding and courtesy? Business men have 
found that word "please" is worth all it costs. 
Courtesy gets results. 

THE DIPLOMAT! 

Possibly you have not heard the story of the 
lady who went to purchase shoes in a Portage 
Avenue store. She had considerable difficulty 
in being fitted and asked the clerk why she was 
so much more difficult to fit than anybody else, 
and he said, "Well, madam, one of your feet is 
bigger than the other," so the lady walked out 
in a huff. She then went into another store and 
had practically the same trouble. She asked the 
clerk the reason and he explained, "Madam, one 
of your feet is smaller than the other," and he 
finally sold her six pairs of shoes. 



MR. SAALFELDT 

WE regret to record the death of W. Saal- 
feldt, manager of the hairdressing 
parlors at Winnipeg store. The cause of his 
death was cancer. He passed away peacefully at 
Vancouver on August 3rd. 

After treatment in the Winnipeg general hospi- 
tal he undertook a trip to the coast to recuperate, 
when the end came very suddenly. Only a day 
previous Mr. Ogston had received a cheery letter 
from him telling how much better he was feeling 
for the change. 

Before Mr. Saalfeldt came to Winnipeg, some 
sixteen years ago, he was the owner of a hair- 
dressing establishment in Bond street, London,. 
England, and was a hairdresser of the court. 



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About 1906 he came to Winnipeg and es- 
tablished himself as a hairdresser. In 1909 he 
started one of the finest hairdressing establish- 
ments on the corner of Ellice and Garry under the 
name of Saalfeldt and McLean, where he em- 
ployed many who are today established for 
themselves in Winnipeg. 

Mr. Saalfeldt was one of the best experts in 
the hair goods trade to be found in Europe. He 
was also a vice-president of the Canadian Hair- 
dressing Association. 

Tennis Tournament 

THIS interesting event is proceed- 
ing apace and is now well on to- 
ward the finals. The club is planning 
to make Labor Day, September 4th, a 
day that will be long remembered by 
sports lovers. The semi-finals and fin- 
als in most events are scheduled to take 
place then and, with the assistance of 
the ladies, an enjoyable social time is 
looked forward to by all. 

Many hard fought contests have 
been witnessed the past month during 
rounds 1, 2 and 3. Ladies still fight- 
ing hard in the singles are: Miss Ark- 
less, Mrs. Wylie, Miss Burnett, 
Miss Elmhurst, Miss Griffith, Miss 
McFayden. In the men's singles, 
Mr. Paul, Mr. Thomas, Mr. Welch, 
Mr. Seal and Mr. Bowdler are still 
battling for supremacy. 

The men's doubles has reached the 
final stage, but there are still many 
games to play in the mixed doubles 
and ladies' doubles. 

It behooves all players to do their 
utmost from now on to play off their 
games on schedule in order that cham- 
pionships be decided before the courts 
close for the season. 

Football 

DURING August further progress 
was made toward the completion 
of our league schedule. Street Railway 
were met and defeated after a spirited 
contest, 2-1. 

Crescent Creamery were then visited, 
H.B.C. suffering a 1-0 reverse. Next 
in order came Stovels, who defaulted. 

On August 18th, City Firemen were 
met and H.B.C. were determined to 
win. The previous meeting between 
these two teams had resulted in a loss 
for the Beavers by 3-1. The game had 
been played in a deluge of rain through- 



out, H.B.C. only having nine players, 
so that in the return encounter we had 
a score to repay. 

The result this time was a win for 
our team by 1-0. At no time during 
the game did the Firemen look danger- 
ous, so well did each Hudson's Bay 
man play. The pressure was continual 
and only excellent defence and goal 
tending on the part of the Firemen 
kept the score so close. 

Jack Allen scored for H.B.C. Great 
credit is due our halfbacks for their 
good work. The defense easily held 
the Firemen in check, while the for- 
ward line worked some very pretty 
plays. 

H.B.C. team consisted of Goal, 
J. Scott; backs, T. Reith, W. Pat- 
terson; halfbacks, A. Hood, G. 
Niven, D. Ross; forwards, A. Stan- 
nard, F. Upjohn, R. Kane, A. 
Thompson and J. Allen. 



FOR SALE 

Five-roomed bungalow in East Kil- 
donan; built right through with 
genuine English packing cases. Guar- 
anteed to stand cyclones. Hot air 
heated, no fuel needed. Make your 
own terms. Balance like rent. Built 
by owner in spare time. Snap it up 
be/ore it falls to pieces. Phone L.J. 
1209. 



Vacation Notes 

From mid-July to the end of August 
is the store's great holiday period. By 
that date July sales are over and Dog 
Days are upon us for several weeks, 
making everyone long to escape from 
the city bricks and mortar to cool lake- 
side and refreshing country scenes; to 
fish, to bathe, to swim, to canoe, to 
ramble, to bask in the sun; to come 
back after a week or two of such treat- 
ment brown as berries, hard as nails, 
fit as fiddles, ready to tackle anything 
in the way of work and call it child's 
play. 

A few who have recently returned 
from vacations or are even now enjoy- 
ing them are: Mr. Hughes, who has 
a cottage for the season at Matlock and 
periodically visits that spot. Mr. Ogs- 
ton travels to Malachi every week-end, 
where his family are established every 
summer. 



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Mr. Drennan even now is spending 
two weeks at the same resort, while Mr. 
Gilkerson is visiting Minneapolis. 

Mr. Bowdler recently returned from 
Keewatin and Mr. Reith from Grand 
Marais, both as brown as Indians. 

Mr. Pear en favored Delta Beach and 
enjoyed a pleasant two weeks' stay, 
Mr. Coulter going to Winnipeg Beach. 
Mr. Arthur Robinson spent a vigorous 
vacation pitching hay and rounding 
up the cows on a farm at Belmont. 

Fred Parker, Tom Johnstone, and 
Ron. McLeod each have fine camps at 
Grand Beach and spend many a vaca- 
tion and week-end there. Mr. Morri- 
son and Mr. Aveson spent two jolly 
weeks at Minaki. Miss Smith and 
Miss Boake are on a trip of three weeks' 
duration to the coast. 

Others have been frolicking on golf 
links and tennis courts or jaunting 
around in autos of various brands, all 
making the most of the fine summer 
weather. 

With all this health and "pep" ab- 
sorbed and stored for use during fall, 
winter and spring business, some brisk 
doings around the old Winnipeg store 
can be confidently looked for. 

FROM A FORMER COUNTER JUMPER 
Now in the Winnipeg Store 

WE are called dry goods clerks in this 
land, but in England it is "drapers" 
or "counter jumpers." My object in penning 
a few lines is to ask if more could not be done 
in the way of introducing novelties, or anything 
likely to catch the eye of customers who come in 
to see our goods, very likely with a view of being 
eventually purchasers. 

One need not be officious, but in a pleasant 
way point to a certain article that is likely to 
please. Much trade in the old land is done by 
introducing goods that are prominently dis- 
played on the counters. I think if this were 
done in a kindly spirit here our trade might also 
be increased in a way that would surprise one. 

The employes should at all times be prepared 
to please and do the best possible for any cus- 
tomers, be they purchasers or not. Our motto 
should be customers first; then I am sure the 
interest of any firm would be studied and duly 
appreciated by both. 



Important Welfare Work 

At Winnipeg Retail 

HUDSON'S BAY employees' wel- 
fare association at Winnipeg retail 
this year has been continuing and even 
enlarging upon its previous good work, 
according to a statement made by 
Secretary P. Harrison recently. 

Several employees who were seriously 
ill during the past few months appreci- 
ated the sick benefit remittance from 
the association; also the flowers sent to 
the bedsides. 

Article nine, added to the constitution 
of the welfare association this year, 
provides for free medical treatment 
and free drugs to sick members. It is 
thought that this proviso is a step in 
advance of any other H.B.C. welfare 
association in Canada. Article nine 
follows : 

Any member requiring medical 
assistance will, where possible, com- 
municate with the timekeeper, who 
will inform one of the directors of 
the case. The director will then 
1 'phone the association's authorized 
physician, duly elected and agreed 
upon by the association, to take up 
the case. It must be distinctly 
understood that only cases of ordi- 
nary ailments will be considered; 
cases of a serious nature must be 
brought before the board of direc- 
tors before doctor's services can 
be available. The association also 
agree to provide drugs free of cost 
when prescribed by the associ- 
ation's doctor. 

The Winnipeg store welfare associa- 
tion was founded in July, 1917, and 
since that time has been a "going con- 
cern," despite the heavy ravages of 
influenza and the annual drain upon 
the treasury occasioned by the large 
amount of sickness among members 
during each winter. 

The success of the association has 
been such that other H.B.C. welfare 
associations farther west have been led 
to organize and conduct operations 
along similar lines to those followed by 
the pioneer Winnipeg association. 

A STOIC 

A New York East Side boy was asked by his 
teacher, "What is a stoic?" 

"A stoic? oh, dat's de boid dat brings de 
kids!" 



SEPTEMBER 1922 









| LAND DEPT. NOTES 

The land commissioner returned to 
Winnipeg August 18th, after a six 
weeks' journey to England on Com- 
pany's business. 

Miss Hazel Elmhirst will leave the 
service this month to become the bride, 
on September 20th, of Harry A. Lye, of 
MacGregor, Man. 



The Coal Situation 

A Word of Warning 
By LUCAS G. THOMPSON 

ALTHOUGH many of the em- 
ployees of the Hudson's Bay Com- 
pany are doubtless aware that there has 
been a strike of coal miners both in 
Canada and in the United States, it 
may not be out of place to give a timely 
word of warning in this issue of The 
Beaver. This is addressed more partic- 
ularly to those who have domestic 
heating problems to worry over. 

This strike of miners commenced 
both in Canada and in the United 
States on April 1st last. With the 
causes, the present tendency to lower 
the high wages of war time and the 
many economic problems inseparably 
involved in this lowering of the wage 
scale, this article does not concern it- 
self. The present intention is to point 
out the seriousness of the coal situation 
for the coming winter. 

This country consumes immense 
amounts of coal during the seven 
months of cold weather for domestic 
purposes only. This is far more than 
the production of the mines during 
those months. Therefore, we depend 
upon reserve stocks which are built up 
during the summer months. This 
summer there is no reserve built up. 
In addition to the domestic require- 
ments great quantities of coal are 
needed in the industries which are 
essential to our civilization and which 
furnish employment and the .very 
necessaries of life to a large portion of 
our community. It is therefore essen- 
tial that the industries get as large a 
portion of coal as possible and they 
will get it. 



Winnipeg may be safely ta^en as the 
eastern limit affected by the coal strike 
in Western Canada. This city has be- 
come more and more dependent on 
Western coal, which is a very good thing 
for all of us. This year we must realize 
that this source has been greatly cur- 
tailed, as has the American source. 

In past years we have had serious 
fuel shortages entailed by strikes in 
Canada and in the United States. 
These shortages have been remedied by 
reserves drawn from one country or the 
other, as the strikes have not been 
simultaneous. This year we are faced 
with a shortage caused by a simul- 
taneous strike both in Canada and 
the United States. At the date of 
writing, this strike is of four months' 
duration, with no immediate chances of 
settlement. The conclusion is obvious. 
Be sure to order your coal early and 
take extra precautions to ensure that 
your furnace will keep your family 
from physical hardship next winter. 



WHOLES ALE- DEPOT 



The annual picnic of wholesale-depot 
employees at Selkirk last month was an 
event which all heartily enjoyed. A 
full programme of sports was run off, 
featured by the men's amusing pillow 
fight, in which W. Watson was the sole 
survivor. Others found it too difficult 
to sit astride the horizontal pole while 
being whanged at with a pillow. A. 
Brock was chairman of the transporta- 
tion, food and sports committees which 
handled the picnic so successfully. 

We welcome Miss Alice Caldwell and 
Miss Jean Thomson. Miss Caldwell 
takes Miss Mercer's duties and Miss 
Thomson operates the comptometer 
in place of Miss Kellett, who left 
recently. 

Bob Campbell, who for nine years has 
been on the sales staff of the tobacco 
department, left on August the 18th. 
Bob carries away the best wishes for his 
success from everybody. 

"Pm a Daddy" reports Lennie Coote, 
of the dry goods department. August 
12th, Mr. Stork paid a visit and left a 
daughter. 



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Miss Mercer, of the grocery depart- 
ment, was recently married to Mr. 
Wylie, who at one time was on the 
candy factory staff. Mr. Veysey, in 
making a presentation of a handsome 
case of Community silver and carving 
set, made a very appropriate speech. 
Miss Mercer takes with her the good 
wishes of the entire staff. 



Chief Rain - in - 
the-Face had better 
look to his laurels. Ye 
associate editor is 
after his scalp. Our 
latest catch (evidence 
herewith) measured 
43 1 inches. Unfor- 
tunately we were un- 
able to weigh the fish, 
which, it is under- 
stood, is but a very 
few inches shorter 
than the famous 
"muskie" caught by 
the chief. 



A Budding Romance 

A square of paper containing the 
name and address of a bonnie Scotch 
lassie was found in a case of Brown 
& Poison's flour last month. The finder 
has, we understand, duly acknowledged 
receipt of same and is hoping that 
Maggie White will now entrust her 
further correspondence to His Majesty's 
mails. Should Maggie decide to come to 
the 'Peg we want to assure Harry that, 
besides our moral support and the well 
wishes of the staff, he can count on us 
for something more substantial. "Keep 
your eye on Paisley," says Harry. 

Stock Turnover 

By S. D. GILKERSON 

IT is sound business principle to price 
merchandise in relation to replace- 
ment values, and a merchant should 
accept this principle working both ways. 

There is a difference between margin 
and profit. Margin is the gross the 
merchant makes on the selling price of 
his wares, while profit is the amount 
left after all operating expenses have 
been deducted. 

Don't figure your margin on the cost 
of the article. Figure it on the selling 
price. Thus, if an article cost $1.00 and 
you wish to make 25 per cent, margin, 



the article should be priced at $1.33^ 
(in practice $1.35) and not $1.25. 

The rule for computing this price 
is as follows: Subtract the margin you 
wish to make from 100 and divide the 
cost by the result. In this case you 
would subtract 25 from 100 and divide 
it into $1.00, the result being $1.33^. 

If you buy an article for a dollar, 
your margin, if sold for $2.00, is 50 per 
cent. You can never make 100 per 
cent, because 100 per cent, is always 
the total of what you get. 

The average cost of conducting a 
grocery business is 16% per cent. On 
many articles, between 45 and 50 per 
cent, of the gross sales do not bring in 
margin as large as the cost of operation. 
These include staples such as sugar, 
flour and others. On the other 50 or 
55 per cent, of the articles handled it is 
necessary to make a margin correspond- 
ingly high in order to have a paying 
business. 

The merchant should buy only such 
goods as he needs. To underbuy rather 
than to overbuy everything in such 
quantities only as his business requires. 

All things, if pushed intelligently so 
that more volume is turned under the 
same load of overhead, result in in- 
creased ratio of margin to the turnover. 
Certain commodities have the su- 
premely valuable property of lifting 
other things with them. When these are 
pushed vigorously, not only do they 
yield increased profits in increased 
ratio but their sale tends to better the 
turnover in other lines. Such things 
elevate the tone of the store, increase 
its average profit yield. Everything 
done to speed the sale of such items 
reacts favourably on the entire business. 
Oranges and lemons are among these 
lines. 

To derive the maximum results from 
the sale of oranges and lemons one must 
buy and sell them every week or oftener. 
Do not carry more than such supply as 
can surely be sold out clear and fresh 
every seven days. Buy less if you like, 
or if you are in doubt, but never buy 
more. You want your sales to grow and 
the surest road to growth is by rapid 
sale of conservative stocks. 

The reason for this lies in the fact 
that only when fresh fruit stock is 
turned over every week can you make 
52 profits a year practically without 
waste turnover and not leftovers. 



SEPTEMBER 1922 



33 




Lake Superior District 
Office News 

H. G. Woods, assistant district man- 
ager, left on a trip of inspection for Lac 
Seul and Osnaburgh posts on August 
1st, accompanied by Mrs. Woods and 
their son Charlie, who will leave him at 
Lac Seul. Mrs. Woods and Charlie 
returned on the 16th, after having a 
very enjoyable time, and expounded 
greatly on the beauties of Lac Seul post. 

Alex. Anderson left on his holidays for 
Rossport, returning on Monday, August 
15th, after a very enjoyable time fish- 
ing, etc. Amongst his catch he got a 
fine seven-pound speckled trout. 

P. S. McGuire, of Nipigon House post, 
arrived at the office with his books and 
accounts August 3rd, departing for his 
post on the 5th. 

S. A. Taylor arrived August 4th from 
a buying trip to the Winnipeg depot, 
leaving the next day for Long lake. 

Patrick J. Duggan, late of Nipigon 
post, arrived at the office on the 17th 
to take up his duties with the Hudson's 
Bay Company again, feeling that after 
his few months' absence there is nothing 
like the old Company. 

/. H. A. Wilmot, district accountant, 
with Mrs. Wilmot and child, returned 
on August 1st, after a visit to Minaki 
and Winnipeg, having had an enjoyable 
time renewing acquaitances at both 
places. 

Central African Tribesman 

By P. SMITH 
Stores Administration Offices 

TO one who is not seriously affected 
by that uncomfortable feeling 
called mal-de-mer (you know, it 
makes one feel "so unnecessary") a sea 
voyage is perhaps one of the most 
delightful experiences. 

It was on the good ship R,M.S. 
Lapland, returning from a holiday in 
England, nearing port, that we had one 
of those fancy dress dinners. My 
berth companion, recently returned 
from Africa (no, he was npt a cannibal!), 
had a very fine leopard skin, and, in a 
weak moment, I consented to disguise 



myself and add to the amusement in 
the dining saloon. 

So, with my visible parts blackened, 
hair all tousled, I donned the leopard 
skin, and with a travelling rug around 
my loins, native belt, tomahawk and 
giant pipe, etc., I sallied forth into the 
saloon, the while muttering my 'Cow- 
chow, buff-to-Indi, ah-mah-saydi," etc., 
gesticulating, and looking more fero- 
cious than usual. 

The effect was a surprise, even to 
myself. I could hardly take my seat 
at the table, and had to parade round 
the saloon muttering my gibberish. 
When eventually I sat down, the young 
lady on my left was almost in hysterics 
with amusement and excitement, and 
I had to severely threaten her with my 
tomahawk and native language to 
protect myself from her attentions. 

Needless to say, no English was 
spoken by me during the whole evening, 
and everybody was wondering who I 
was. During the evening a flashlight 
photograph was taken, but some of the 
masquerades must have been too bad 
for preservation, for we never saw our- 
selves again "as others see us." There 
were some splendid make-ups. A "Bol- 
shevik" carried off first prize among the 
men. I was quite content with second. 

This was my first trip to New York 
(and through Canada via Niagara 
Falls), and I well remember steaming 
into New York harbour and passing 
the Statue of Liberty on our starboard. 
This was a most impressive sight. They 
tell me that from a bird's-eye view it 
represents an illuminated star. I also 
remember, when in the vicinity, they 
asked me "Why is the little finger on 
the uplifted hand of the Statue of 
Liberty only 11 inches long?" and, 
professing ignorance on this intricate 
problem, the answer came back, "Be- 
cause if it were twelve inches long it 
would be a foot." 

PAID IN FULL 

An Englishman and a Scotchman were 
traveling north together, and to pass the time 
indulged in a game of nap. On settling up at 
Carlisle, when the Englishman had to get out, 
it was found that he owed the Scot one shilling 
and sixpence halfpenny. He paid the one 
shilling and sixpence, but found that he had no 
coppers. 

"A-weel," said the Scot, "never mind, I'll 
just be takin' your evenin' paper." 



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SEPTEMBER 1922 



Who is the prettiest young lady in the 
Hudson's Bay Company's service? 
Don't all speak at once! The puzzle 
is, who would be the judge? 

HORSE PLAY 

"'Ullow, 'awkings; wot's wrong with the 
bloomin' 'orse?" 

"Well, you see, guvnor, 'e was rid by a lydy 
in pants, and 'e got a bit of a stiff neck." 

DISCONTENT 

There are two kinds of discontent in this 
world the discontent that works and the dis- 
content that wrings its hands. The first gets 
what it wants and the second loses what it has. 
There's no cure for the first but success; and 
there's no cure at all for the second. Lorimer. 



FAIR WEYMONTACHINGUE 
By Lotta A. Gsnnett 

With purple, blue and rosy tints, 

With gleaming silver, golden glints, 

The "westering sun sinks down to rest 

Upon the tree- girt mountain's breast. 

The river rushes to the falls 

And tumbles down with riotous calls. 

The listening moose upon the hill 

Hears his mate's call in the rill. 

A baying hound sends forth his cry 

To an Indian canoeing swiftly by. 

A wearied bird, tired from flight, 

Sends forth his carol to the night. 

The sun drops low and draws night's shade, 

Sweet silence falls on hill and glade; 

Sweet peace one's troubles all take wing 

When night falls on Weymontachingue! 



EDMONTON 



Store Notes 

C. Digney, display manager, left on a 
two-weeks' vacation which will take the 
form of a motor tour to various places 
of interest in the surrounding districts. 

Misses Doris McLeod and Rose Tids- 
bury are progressing favorably after 
their unfortunate accidents on the 
basketball field during recent league 
games, and will in all probability be 
again available to finish out the final 
games. 

Miss Heard, head saleslady in the 
ready-to-wear department, left on two 
weeks' vacation. 

Misses Hazel Barker and Mae 
McGahy, of the office staff, left on a 
two-weeks' vacation trip. 

Miss Jennie Jones, of the transfer 
desk, has returned after a leave of ab- 
sence covering twelve months in Wales. 
We are pleased to welcome "Jennie" 
back to her old position. Miss Edna 
Alumbaugh has filled her place very 
creditably during her absence. , 

Miss McKay, of the hosiery depart- 
ment, is away on two months' leave of 
absence. 



W. Briggs, department manager of the 
whitewear and infants' wear section, 
leaves on an extensive trip visiting the 
leading eastern markets of Canada and 
the States. 

Mrs. Winn, of the staples section, is 
away on sick leave, but is progressing 
favorably. 

A DIFFICULT COURSE 

An astronomer was entertaining a Scotch 
friend. He showed his visitor the moon through 
a telescope and asked him what he thought of 
the satellite. "It's a' richt," replied the Scot 
who was an enthusiastic golfer, "but it's awfu' 
fu' o' bunkers." 

HE KNEW THE PLACE 

Stranger (at Continental palace gates) This 
is visitors' day, is it not? 

Attendant Yes, sir. Shall I show you 
around? 

Stranger Oh, don't trouble. I used to be 
King here once. 

CONCENTRATION 

Turner, the great English artist, spent an 
entire day once sitting upon a rock throwing 
pebbles into a lake. His companions laughed at 
him for being so wasteful of hours during which 
they were having a good time. But no other 
artist could paint such ripples as Turner painted. 



SEPTEMBER 1922 






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Miss Logan is a newcomer to the 
store, having been engaged for the 
ladies' ready-to-wear section. We are 
pleased to welcome her to our ranks. 

Miss Mackie, of the ladies' fur de- 
partment, left for the coast, where she 
will spend her vacation. 

Mrs. Morley, of the ladies' ready-to- 
wear department, spent a delightful 
vacation at Jasper visiting all the 
points of interest in the national park. 

The following left the store on vaca- 
tions last month: Misses Edna Alum- 
baugh, Lola Hepburn, Ada Larson, 
Ena Reid, Malone, McVicar, Doris 
Knight, B asset t, Blatchford, and 
several others. They will all be back 
ready for the fall business which will 
soon be starting 

Miss Hattie Stevens has been trans- 
ferred from the china section to the 
stationery supply room. 

Miss McDonald, department manager 
of the millinery section, is away buying 
for fall, visiting the larger markets in 
the East. 

July Sale a Success 

HOPES ran high that the July sale 
would top all previous figures. 
Intense enthusiasm prevailed not only 
with department heads but with the 
entire sales force. It was decided at a 
meeting presided over by Mr. F. F. 
Marker (store manager) that an ex- 
ecutive committee be again formed to 
outline a campaign for increasing busi- 
ness with the objective in view of beat- 
ing all records for July sales. 

J. Johnson was appointed chairman 
of the committee, with C. Digney, 
W. Briggs and Jack Prest, having 
power to add other department heads 
when necessary. 

From start to finish the sale ran along 
smoothly and enthusiasm never waned 
from the opening day to the close. 
Never a day passed without advertising 
copy having to be turned down owing 
to lack of space, and display windows 
were at a premium for the various lines 
of merchandise advertised. 

The result was as anticipated a 
record for July sales. However, this is 
only a start. Edmonton store intends 
to surpass every previous year's busi- 
ness. That's our objective. 



H.B.C. Basketball Ladies 
May Win Cup 

THE second series of the ladies' 
mercantile basketball league has 
now commenced in dead earnest and 
matches are being played each night 
on the Company's athletic grounds by 
ten teams. Big crowds of enthusiastic 
basketball fans are always in attendance, 
proving that this popular summer sport 
for girls is here to stay. 

From all indications the H.B.C. 
team will certainly meet the govern- 
ment telephone head office team in the 
final, for neither has lost a single point 
in any of the scheduled league games. 

The H.B.C. team is composed of the 
following: Doris McLeod (captain), 
Mae McGahy, Ethel Soley, Violet 
Blatchford, Rose Tidsbury, Gladys 
Barker, Hazel Barker and Cecelia 
Brisette, with Jack Prest as man- 
ager. 

OUR ALPHABET 

No one really knows all about where the 
alphabet came from, because it grew very slowly. 
But we know quite well that no ingenious man 
sat down and made the alphabet, and we know 
quite well, too, that the alphabet began as pic- 
tures. 

Just as a child reads or takes things in by 
pictures long before it can read letters, so men 
used to read and write by pictures, and then these 
pictures were gradually made simpler and 
simpler, until at last they could be used in every 
and any way, as our letters can. 

We know that the letter O was at first the 
picture of an eye, and that gradually men made 
the picture plainer, until at last they drew an O. 
The letter H was once the picture of a house and 
very likely a capital A may have been at first the 
picture of a pyramid. 

Ages and ages ago, in Egypt, men used both 
hands in writing. The priests used the oldest 
kind, which was the pictures. This was called 
the sacred writing. But the ordinary people 
used a different and newer kind of writing, in 
which the pictures were turned into letters. 

Not very many years ago men tried in vain 
to read the old sacred picture writing of the 
Egyptians, but they could not. Then they 
found the wonderful Rosetta stone, and this 
had written upon it the same thing three times 
once in the picture and once in the letters, and 
also once in other letters, and so men got the key 
to the picture writing, and now it can be read 
easily. 



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SEPTEMBER 1922 



Mr. Marker Resigns 

It was with profound regret that we 
learned of the resignation of F. F. Har- 
ker, general manager. 

During the past three years Mr. 
Harker has won the respect and love 
of the whole staff, from office boy to 
department heads. He was looked 
upon during business hours more as a 
friend than as a boss ready at all times 
to give kindly counsel and advice and 
ready to help straighten out any vexing 
problem to make the daily path of duty 
smoother when discouragement or mis- 
understanding loom on the horizon. 

Mr. Harker will leave the store better 
for his coming and a sales force better 
for his knowing. Our earnest desire is 
for every success in his future career. 



The David Thompson 
Memorial 

By J. PREST, Associate Editor 

MENTION of the name of David 
Thompson would convey little 
meaning to the average Canadian, and 
yet no one did more in his day to open 
up new trade routes through the 
hitherto unknown denies of the Can- 
adian Rockies and to apply scientific 
map-making to the geographical ex- 
ploration of the west. 

His day was over a hundred years ago 
when the trade of the west was entirely 
a fur-trade and almost entirely in the 
hands of two great companies, the 
Hudson's Bay Company, with head- 
quarters in England, and the North- 
West Company, with headquarters in 
Montreal. 

David Thompson was a charity 
school boy who came out to Canada in 
1 784 at the age of fourteen years to take 
service in the Hudson's Bay Company. 
Thirteen years later he joined the rival 
North-West Company, which offered 
him greater facilities for survey and 
exploration. 

The first trading post established by 
a white man west of the Rockies in what 
is now known as British Columbia was 
erected by David Thompson on the 
shores of Lake Windermere in July, 
1807, and the opening up to civilization 
of the Columbia and Kootenay rivers 
was largely due to his enterprise during 



the succeeding years. Many rivers and 
lakes in B.C., notably the Thompson 
river, were discovered and named by 
this fearless explorer, who was one of 
the first to traverse the continent from 
coast to coast when Canada was a 
primeval wilderness of forest, swamp 
and prairie. 

It is estimated by historians who have 
studied old records and memoirs of his 
travels whilst in the employ of H.B.C. 
and the North-West Company that he 
journeyed by canoe, pack horse, dog 
sled and on foot no less than 50,000 
miles. 

One of the first trading posts to be 
erected by him was on the picturesque 
shores of Lake Windermere, named 
Kootenay House. It is on this site that 
the Hudson's Bay Company and the 
C.P.R. will jointly build a duplicate of 
the original fort, with stockades and 
bastions, for the benefit of the thou- 
sands of tourists who yearly visit this 
beautiful lake in the heart of the Can- 
adian Rockies and within the confines 
of the national park. Little did Thomp- 
son dream of such an honour, in per- 
petuation of his name, being conferred 
upon him when toiling with a small 
band of faithful voyageurs and Indians 
in the erection of this little trading post 
in the wild mountain fastnesses of the 
Rockies in 1807. The fort will be used 
as a museum for local Indian relics and 
antiques of the district, and no doubt 
will be of great historical interest to 
tourists. 

It is not generally known that the 
Hudson's Bay Company also had es- 
tablished a trading post near Banff 
which was named Bow Fort. The 
garrison was massacred by the Black- 
feet Indians and the fort burnt to the 
ground. So warlike and unfriendly 
were the Blackfeet who roamed around 
this territory that the fort was never 
re-established. 

In the year 1816 Thompson was en- 
gaged by the British government in 
surveying and defining the boundary 
line between Canada and the United 
States from Lower Canada to the Lake- 
of-the-Woods. So accurate were his 
records and surveys that when, in 1857, 
the Canadian government desired to 
publish a map of Western Canada they 
had to fall back on the map made by 
David Thompson in 1813. 



SEPTE; 



SEPTEMBER 1922 



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SASKATOON 

Store News 




The H. B. C. Exhibit in the Automobile 
Building at the Saskatoon Fair last month 
occasioned much favorable comment. 

Saskatoon store is now a full 
grown member of the H.B.C. 
family. The standardized systems of 
the Company went into effect on 
August 1st. All departments are now 
offering standard H.B.C. lines of mer- 
chandise. 

R. F. Allen, superintending engineer 
for all the Company's stores and steam 
plants, is a visitor at Saskatoon. Mr. 
Allen will supervise the installation of 
a modern restaurant and kitchen, which 
will be proceeded with immediately. 
A new refrigeration plant to supply the 
fur storage vault and the grocery 
refrigerator will also be installed. Mod- 
ern lavatories for the women customers 
of the store will be constructed on the 
second floor adjoining the women's 
departments. An employees' entrance, 
facing on the vacant lot north of the 
building, will be erected, and wash 
rooms for women employees will soon 
be constructed. 

Awards in the July sales competition, 
which closed July 22nd, are as follows: 
Salesperson competition won by W. 
Nelson, of the furniture department; 
floor competition won by second floor, 
department managers being F. W. 
Sutherland, D. O. Harris and Miss D. 
Connell; department competition won 
by C. C. department, of which C. N. 
Chubb is manager. 

H. G. Andrews, of the Vancouver 
store, has assumed his duties as super- 
intendent of the Saskatoon store. 



/. E. Rundle, manager of the fourth 
floor, is in the East on a buying trip. 
Joe is optimistic about business on his 
floor once the restaurant is opened. 

Miss D. Connell, manager of the 
millinery department, is in the eastern 
markets purchasing for fall. 

C. N. Chubb, manager of the small- 
wares departments, left on August 
12th for Toronto, Montreal and New 
York. Mrs. Chubb and children will 
spend the winter at Pasadena, Cal. 

A. A. Bent ley, accountant, is away on 
a three-weeks' visit to Halifax, N.S. 
Mrs. Bentley and son Jack, who have 
been visiting in the East, will return to 
Saskatoon with Mr. Bentley. 

/. P. McNichol, advertising manager, 
with Mrs. McNichol and little daughter, 
enjoyed a week's vacation at Wakaw 
lake. He has a fund of fish stories, but 
after reading some that have appeared 
in The Beaver he has concluded that 
his fish stories, being based on fact 
instead of being creatures of the imag- 
ination, are not suitable for publication 
at the present time. 

ENTERED THE MINISTRY 

Miss Carrie was hunting chickens, dead or 
alive. She called to see Aunt Lucy, who usually 
had a good supply of the feathered tribe. The 
old colored woman came out of her cabin and 
declared that all the chickens were "done gone." 

"Why, lawsy, Miss Carrie, didn't you know 
dere was a preachers' conf'ence down dis way? 
I ain't got one chicken left dey's all done 
entered de ministry!" 

A TRUE FISH STORY 

A NATURALIST, writes James B. Thor- 
sen, once divided an aquarium with a clear 
glass partition. He put a lusty bass in one 
section and minnows in the other. 

The bass struck every time a minnow ap- 
proached the glass partition. After three days 
of fruitless lunging, which netted him only 
bruises, he ceased his efforts and subsisted on 
the food that was dropped in. 

Then the naturalist removed the glass parti- 
tion. The minnows swam all around the bass, 
but he did not strike at a single one. He had 
been thoroughly sold on the idea that business 
was bad. 

There's a moral here if we need it take 
another shot at the glass partition. 

Maybe it isn't there any more. 



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SEPTEMBER 1922 



August 9th was an eventful day for 
Bert Rowley, assistant window trimmer 
and card writer. On that day he took 
out a life contract, the lady being Miss 
Nash. Mr. and Mrs. Rowley were 
the recipients of many handsome gifts, 
among which was a handsome pair of 
chairs presented by the staff of the 
Hudson's Bay store. The happy couple 
are spending a short honeymoon at 
Banff. 

Miss Morency, of the suit and cloak 
department, left the store on August 
15th. She is returning to her home 
in Peterboro, Ont. Many pleasant 
social affairs were held in her honor 
and her fellow workers presented her 
with a silver pencil. 

Do the employees appreciate the 
action of the Company in extending 
the vacation privileges? Well, just 
ask those who have had holidays and 
those who are making preparations. 

The H.B.C. exhibit in the automobile 
building at the Saskatoon fair was 
universally acknowledged as the finest 
of its kind in the history of Saskatoon. 
Mr. MacGregor and Mr. Rowley de- 
serve great credit for the manner in 
which this display was handled. 



LETHBRIDGE 

Store News 



The Fur Exhibit 

T ETHBRIDGE exhibition this year 
I ./was one of the most successful ever 
held in this district. The store's exhibit 
was unique, and general opinion is that 
it compared favorably with any other 
display. 

The floor was laid out with black and 
white blocks covering a space of sixty- 
six by ten feet. Large scroll designs and 
pillars formed the background, being 
arranged in colors of blue, white and 
gold. Small posts connected by heavy 
brass chains were adorned with white 
frosted ball lamps, forming the front 
decoration, along with overhead trellis 
work in white, entwined with grape 
vines and clusters. Hudson seal, beaver, 
racoon and other fur coats with varied 
styles of trimmings all beautifully lined 
with plain, embroidered, or brocaded 



linings according to the type of coat, 
made a delightful display. 

The exhibit was constantly thronged 
with interested groups of people, and 
we surely feel that the Company's 
prestige in the fur trade was fully 
maintained in this event. 

Holiday Notes 

T 7ACATIONING is now the order 
V of the day. Miss Perry and J. E. 
Thompson have been passing pleasant 
hours at Waterton Lakes. Possibly we 
should (to maintain peace in the family) 
explain that Miss Perry came back 
before Thompson arrived there. 

W. Thompson is taking the baths at 
Banff. We believe he needs them after 
Lake Henderson. 

Miss Martin and Miss Jones have 
just returned after visiting the parents 
of Miss Martin in Macleod. "Vera 
bonnie" they look. Miss Gilford, Miss 
Driver, Miss Sellens and Miss Askew 
have all returned, and they look very 
much as if holidays had agreed with 
them. 

Mr. Wishart has been busy building 
a cooling apparatus not quite the size 
of a house to allow some of the hot air 
to escape from the top floor. Mr. 
Coffey denies that it emanates from the 
office, but it must come from some- 
where. 

Say, you Lethbridge folks, why don't 
you come forward with Beaver bits. 
Looking for Beaver material is like 
unto a man drilling eighteen hundred 
feet for oil and not finding any. 

We are informed that Mr. Young 
visited the Ringling Bros, and Barnum 
and Bailey's circus while here to renew 
some old acquaintances. People say 
that some of those animals are really 
almost human. 

J. E. Thompson has proved himself 
thoroughly qualified to act as caddie 
during Mr. Upton's golf demonstrations. 

It is rumored that one of our ardent 
golf sports, who ordinarily haunts the 
second floor, must have lost his golf ball, 
else why should he be everlastingly 
searching the shores of Henderson lake, 
clad in only a bathing suit, for some- 
thing that apparently cannot be found. 



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CALGARY 



Store Notes 

Mrs. Burnett is out of hospital after five 
months. She is doing well after her operation, 
but will not be back at the store until the fall, 
as she is leaving Calgary for Bassano. Our 
good wishes for a speedy recovery go with her. 

Mr. Russell spent a most enjoyable holiday at 
Sylvan lake. He said the rabbits were flying 
around in good style and prospects look very 
bright for shooting season. 

This we think is the height of economy Mr. 
Hilburn bought a new baseball for the game 
between Beavers and Bearcats, August 10, but 
kept it in his pocket right through the game. 
It surely must have felt good to him. 

Jack McPherson, our furniture polisher, is 
having many discussions in secret with Joe 
the engineer. Jack has collected his summer 
stock of saskatoons and Joe hails from where the 
sun ripens the winey fruits of Italy. We wonder 
if it means a new "polish" on the market soon. 

Mr. Keith, the blouse and children's wear 
buyer, has recently had what might be con- 
sidered a second honeymoon, for on his trip 
East he met his wife on her return from an 
absence of over a year in the old country. 

Mrs. Melhuish, for the last three and a half 
years a member of the blouse department staff, 
has gone to Los Angeles for her health. The 
Calgary staff wishes her great benefit by the 
change and success in her new location. 

Mr. Ross, of the millinery department, and 
Mrs. McKay, of the whitewear, corsets and 
underwear departments, have recently been on 
extended buying trips to the eastern markets. 
It is expected that their stocks of new feminine 
decorations will be something wonderfully 
attractive. 

We do not all have occasion to know the night 
watchman, except perhaps at stock-taking time, 
but we were sorry to hear that on the evening 
of his holidays he was taken to the hospital to 
undergo an operation. 

George Salter went to Banff for a rest. We 
suspect this meant golf from a.m. to p.m. 

Miss Evelyn Stanhope, of the advertising 
office, spent her vacation in Millarville. 



Many changes have been made in the audit 
office recently. Since the last issue the Misses 
F. Woods, F. Reid and F. Millet have been 
transferred to that department. 

We regret that owing to an error in the report 
made of the recent promotions in the account- 
ant's office the name of Miss Irma Oliver was 
omitted. 

Miss Sadie Smith has left Calgary for the coast. 
The sixth floor was very sorry to lose her. 

Bert Andrew has bought a "tin lizzie" and is 
planning to enter the auto races next year at the 
Calgary fair in a challenge match against 
Dowty, "world's champion speed demon." 

It is rumored on the sixth floor that since Mr. 
Higgins' good luck at the Calgary fair in securing 
his supply of silverware cheaply he has had 
serious intentions of going into the silverware 
business. Stocks on hand obtained from the 
fair would give him a good start. 

We understand that Mr. Dowty has not paid 
a fine at the police court for a whole week. We 
believe he must be improving in driving ability. 

Our Greater Service Exposition 
of Furs 

CALGARY branch, from August 14th 
to 19th inclusive, put on a special 
fur exposition designed to demonstrate 
in a very clear manner the value of our 
Greater Service plan. 

During this week a f special offer was 
made on the new season's furs as 
follows : A customer might come in and 
select his or her choice from the un- 
broken stocks of rich new fur garments, 
or pieces, and upon receipt of twenty 
per cent, of the purchase price we would 
agree to hold this garment in storage 
and insured as late as the first of Decem- 
ber, thus giving the customer over three 
months to pay for a select garment and 
enabling him or her to get the garment 
at the most opportune time in the 
season. There was no extra charge 
made for this service. 

The Greater Service exposition is 
opening as this article goes to press. In 
the next issue we shall be better able 
to report on its success. 



SEPTEMBER 1922 




A telephone call came into the drapery depart- 
ment recently and a gentleman somewhat 
unfamiliar with telephones answered the call. 
The inquiry follows: "What is the price of 
your awning?" Answer: "Thirty cents wide 
and sixty inches a yard." 

"This is MY CAR" explained George Salter to 
a garageman in Banff while on tour, "and what 
I say about it GOES, see." A dirty-faced me- 
chanic crawled out from under the dead "Lizzie" 
and, looking at George for a moment, said plead- 
ingly, "For Pete's sake, say ENGINE, mister." 




Women' s Sports 

Above is a snapshot of The Browns 
basketball team, at present the leading 
ladies' team of the Calgary store. We 
have two ladies' teams at present the 
Browns and the Greys and, although 
very little mention has been made of 
them in print, they have gone on en- 
joying their games with each other and 
with other teams in Calgary regularly. 
This team has played several games 
with the Y.W.C.A. and other teams, 
and has had good success, carrying the 
standard of the Company in sport to a 
prominent place. Members of team are : 

Miss Harrison, defense. 
Miss Wright, defense. 
Miss Pryke, forward. 
Miss Marchand, forward. 
Miss Hill, centre. 
Miss Moss, spare. 

About forty -five lady members of the 
staff are taking advantage of the swim- 
ming class at the Y.W.C.A. under the 
leadership of Miss M. Patton and the 
instruction of Miss Hunter. 

Miss Patton is very enthusiastic over 
the swimming, as are all the other 
members of the class, and there is 



great interest taken in the advance- 
ment of the girls since its formation. 
Miss Labitzky seems to have advanced 
the most, and certainly as a diver there 
is none to excel her. 

SECRET SOCIETY PARTY 

A JOLLY farewell party was given by the 
D.D.D.'s at the home of Mrs. A. Adshead 
for Miss Howie, of the shoe department, who 
is leaving for her home in Scotland. During 
the evening Miss Howie was presented on behalf 
of the D.D.D.'s with a snapshot album. A 
dainty lunch was served and everyone had a 
real good time. 

Those present were: Misses Howie, Miller, 
McEwan, Wadlow, Bishop, Slocttm, Mrs. 
Brown, Mrs. Cleland, Mrs. Black, Mrs. 
McKay and Mrs. Adshead. 

Note Those who do not know what "D.D. 
D." stands for will please apply to the Calgary 
associate editor of The Beaver for information, 
as he has all the particulars of this interesting 
society. 

Associate Editor's Note Not guilty. Try 
editor-in-chief. 

Golf Champ 

IN the competition for the golf honors 
of the Hudson's Bay Calgary branch, 
played over the store's course at Park- 
dale, Bill Ilott had no trouble in taking 
the Gibson cup for this year's games 
when he turned in a score of seventy- 
eight. 

Ilott played as one of the scratch 
members, and his score of seventy- 
eight is considered by H.B.C. golfers as 
remarkable, considering the condition 
of the greens on the course at the pres- 
ent time. 

About wenty of the staff were in line 
for the honor, but none of the other 
scores were even close to the one turned 
in by the champion. 

Cricket Notes 

SINCE our last report, two games 
have been played. We won one and 
lost one, and at this time the league is 
in a very interesting position, all clubs 
having the same number of points. 

The game with South Calgary was 
very exciting. We won the toss and put 
them in to bat. It was soon apparent 
that their inning would be of short 
duration, Dowty getting no less than 
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whole team were out for forty-three, of 
which twelve were for byes. Dowty 
had the remarkable average of two runs 
per wicket taken, he taking six in all. 
We fared much better in our inning, 
passing their total before three wickets 
had fallen, Dowty and Oakley doing the 
needful. 

The game with Calgary was of 
another nature. We batted first and 
made ninety-four, Dowty being top 
score with twenty-six. This was not 
good enough, however, as Calgary col- 
lected one hundred and fifty -three dur- 
ing their inning. It was the better 
team all around. 

The store baseball league has felt 
very much the loss of Graham Cunning- 
ham in its games and the boys on the 
teams wish Graham all kinds of success 
in Edmonton. 



Ducks, Beware! 

BY the time this article comes out in 
type, Messrs. Higgins, Mason and 
McGuire will have, without a single 
doubt, shot their quota of wild duck for 
the season 1922. These members of the 
Calgary store staff have purchased new 
shotguns of high order and are promis- 
ing samples of the feathered creatures 
to their friends in the Calgary store and 
other places. McGuire will carry the 
same salt shaker that he was seen using 
last year when he went out for the day 
with our editor-in-chief from Winnipeg. 

And when we speak of the duck trips 
we think of our esteemed and loyal 
friend Frank Reeve, who will be absent 
from this year's trips. 

Many will remember that Frank, 
sterling sportsman that he was, enjoyed 
the shooting trips more, possibly, than 
any other. 



GRIEF ON THE BANFF TRAIL 

TWO young ladies of the mail order depart- 
ment had a wonderful trip to Banff last 
month. They went to the hot springs, and 
then to the cave and basin. While learning to 
swim, one of the young ladies became dizzy and 
rather sick from swallowing so much sulphur 
water. Presently they recognized one of the 
Hudson's Bay "kewpies," and while he was in 
the water there was much less room left for 
others, so they thought they had better retire 
and leave for home. 

On the return, just out of Banff, difficulties 
began. The rain started pouring. About three 
miles from Banff, while turning off the road to 
let another car pass, a front tire came off. This 
was soon put on again and they once more 
started. On a steep hill they found one of 
Henry Ford's "inventions" stalled about half 
way up. However, as they could not help 
them, they pushed them off to one side and got 
safely past that difficulty. 

Between helping other cars out of ditches 
and trying to avoid the ditches themselves, they 
arrived about half a mile from Cochrane when 
the gasoline ran out and a further supply had 
to be obtained from Cochrane. 

In spite of all difficulties they arrived home 
safely sometime before daylight, very tired, but 
ready for another trip. 

Editor's Note We wonder what a Hudson's 
Bay "kewpie" is. 

Editor's Note No. 2 We recommend that 
Mr. Neal's staff of efficient baseball diamond 
builders be put to work on the Banff trail. 



Baseball 

BASEBALL among the live boys of 
the Calgary store, at the club 
grounds, continues to be the big sport 
feature of this year's athletic pro- 
gramme. 

The three teams which started the 
season just as soon as the snow had 
cleared are all intact at the present 
time; and, more than that, they are all 
going in better form than ever. All 
three are looking forward to a place in 
the play-off, which should be taking 
place about the time this article gets 
into print. 

The Beavers, under the guiding 
hand of Charlie Hillburn, had a walk- 
away in the first half of the schedule, 
but the same little bunch o r Beavers 
are finding things different in the second 
set of games. Sam McKellar was ap- 
pointed to steer the Bearcats to the 
port of victory, and in the second half 
Sam came through with a heap of steam 
and enthusiasm. As a result of his 
special efforts we find the Bearcats on 
top with a good lead to their credit. 

The big league game of the series to 
date was played on Tuesday evening, 
August 8th, when the Tigers and Bear- 
cats battled nine innings to a tie. The 
game was a feature game, the boys on 
both teams playing steady ball and the 
work of the pitchers being very fine in 
every one of the nine frames. Score 7-7. 



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SEPTEMBER 1922 



Burbidge Cup Play 

T3LAYING for the Herbert E. Bur- 
X bidge trophy, which is emblematic 
of the H.B.C. golf championship in 
Canada, James Borthwick and Joseph 
Walsh, both members of the Calgary 
store staff, tied for the Calgary leader- 
ship with net scores of seventy-eight 
each. 

Several members of the H.B.C. staff 
sent handicap cards to the Company's 
head office at Winnipeg, but only eight 
of them were on hand when the games 
were played over the St. Andrew's 
course on Wednesday afternoon, August 
9th. 

Staff members of all the Company's 
stores in Canada play for the trophy, 
the best two net scores playing off when 
the results from all the store branches 
have been checked. 

Both Borthwick and Walsh have won 
previous honors in store competitions, 



which take place from time to time. 
Walsh won the golf honors for the Cal- 
gary store when he carried off the 
Gibson trophy for the season's play of 
1920, while Borthwick, who is severely 
handicapped from injuries which he re- 
ceived some years ago, won the Cal- 
gary store championship last year. 

Following are the scores of eight of 
the H.B.C. staff who took part in this 
year's round: 

/. Borthwick 94-16-78 

J. Walsh 98-20-78 

Wm. Ilott 93-14-79 

J. Spicer 110-29-81 

G. Salter 91-10-81 

P. Obyrne 124-41-83 

J. B. Neal 117-32-85 

H. N. Parker 112-26-86 

Members of the Hudson's Bay staff 
who took part in the Burbidge trophy 
competition are very much indebted to 
the St. Andrew's golf club for the use of 
their excellent course for their games 
on Wednesday afternoon, August 9th. 



VANCOUVER 



Miss K. Currie, manageress for the 
whitewear department, left on her 
semi-annual visit to the eastern markets 
on Thursday, August 10th. 

Mrs. L. McDermid, manageress of 
the children's wear department, left 
on her semi-annual visit to the eastern 
markets, on Thursday, August 10th. 



TENTH ANNUAL OUTING 

THE tenth annual picnic of the Company's 
employees at Seaside park Wednesday, 
August 2nd, was not only the largest since their 
innovation, but in the opinion of Mr. H. T. 
Lockyer, the most successful. 

For the holiday more than 700 persons were 
taken to the popular resort by the steamers 
Lady Evelyn and the Britannia. All thoughts 
of work were cast aside by the throngs. 

The members of the executive had made their 
arrangements with such care that everything 
went like clockwork. It was so with every 
feature of the afternoon, from the sports to the 
dinner. Two excellent meals were provided, 
each person being given a cardboard box con- 
taining their lunch, while supper was ready laid 



on the tables and lawns when the hungry crowds 
returned from the races or strolls in the woods. 

The prizes, which were both valuable and use- 
ful, were presented by Mrs. H. T. Lockyer. The 
opportunity was also taken, as the staff was all 
assembled, to present to Mr. F. Herbert, who 
has been in the Company's service for over 
twenty-five years, a sterling silver tea and 
coffee service from the management and staff in 
Vancouver, inscribed as follows: 

"Presented to Mr. and Mrs. Frederick 
Herbert by the management and staff of 
the Hudson's Bay Company at Vancouver 
on the occasion of Mr. Herbert's twenty- 
fifth anniversary. July 1922." 

Features of Contests 

The men's tug-o'-war was the centre of great 
enthusiasm, and the pull was both long and 
strenuous; eventually, however, the department 
managers were victorious. Both parties were 
reduced to a state bordering on prostration 
from the effects of their exertions, and lay on the 
grass while their backers ministered to them. 

The ladies' nail-driving race was also a great 
attraction, Miss Rose Dryant winning it with 
a wonderful combination of eye and speed. 
Several of the contestants received slight injuries 



SEPTEMBER 1922 



43 




to their thumbs in their efforts to get rid of 
their cargo of nails, but they got scant sympathy 
from the crowd. 

Every form of recreation was open to every- 
one during the day, and all the picnickers made 
the most of the opportunity, parties going swim- 
ming from the end of the pier, while others 
roamed through the woods where blackberries 
were plentiful. 

The members of the committee, who seemed 
to have anticipated every wish, also saw to it 
that the kiddies would look back on the outing 
as a red-letter day by providing ice cream in 
practically inexhaustible quantities, while cakes 
and watermelons far outnumbered the attend- 
ance. 

It was unfortunate that the combination of 
mist and smoke on the outgoing trip should have 
obscured the view, but the cheery crowd im- 
mediately organized singsongs above and below 
decks, with dancing. In the afternoon the 
clouds fortunately disappeared and the sun 
warmed the water for the swimmers. 

There was no doubt about the picnic being a 
success, and Mr. Lockyer was thoroughly proud 
of the day's work of the committee. 

Winners in the sports events were: 

25 yards, girls under six years 1, Edna 
Mary Walker; 2, Irene Ashworth; 3, Mar- 
garet Dale. 

25 yards, boys under six years 1 , Gordon 
Aimer; 2, Roy Abel; 3, Robert Miller. 

50 yards, girls under 12 years 1, Myrtle 
Taplin; 2, Owen Clampitt; 3, Dorothy 
Patterson. 

50 yards, boys under 12 years 1, Howard 
Taplin; 2, Walter Alen; 3, Lawrence Murphy. 

7 5 yards, messenger girls 1, Milly Groves; 
2, Daisy Kelly; 3, Clarice Fletcher. 

75 yards, messenger boys 1, Gerald 



Wilson; 2, Fred Wainwright; 3, Arthur 
Yates. 

75 yards, ladies, members H.B.E.A. 1, 
Velda Wheatcroft; 2, Ina Booth; 3, Gladys 
Griffiths. 

100 yards, men, members H.B.E.A. 

1, Edward Williams; 2, Val Braith; 3, R. 
McCrery. 

Men's and women's three-legged race, 
open 1, May McKillan, Fred Wainwright; 

2, Louise Marshal and F. Goldie. 

50 yards, H.B.Co. employees' wives 

1, Mrs. Roy Abel; 2, Mrs. Wilson; 3, Mrs. R. 
Hood. 

Putting the shot, open 1, James Gal- 
braith; 2, R. Hood. Distance 32 feet 7 
inches. 

Men's sack race, open 1, R. McReady; 

2, G. Williamson; 3, R. H. Laney. 
Ladies' nail-driving contest, members 

H.B.E.A. 1, Rose Dryant; 2, Margaret 
McKellar; 3, M. Meakin. 

100 yards, department managers 1, R. 
B. Abel; 2, W. Winslow; 3, F. A. Wilson. 

Men's tug-of-war Department managers 
beat the garage employees. 

75 yards, men over 45 years, members 
H.B.E.A. 1, William Townsend; 2, M. 
Clarke; 3, J. Pringle. 

Special girls' and boys' race Howard 
Tapman. 

Special ladies' race Valda Wheatcroft. 
Social Committee 



Miss E. S. Morley 
Miss R. Bryant 
Miss G. Macfarlane 
Miss L. Andrew 
Miss H. Turner 
Miss B. Blake 



Mr. R. Hood 
Mr. R. Mair 
Mr. F. Bishop 
Mr. D. Dale 
Mr. L. Frazer 
Mr. B. M. Clarke 



Mr. H. R. P. Gant (Chairman) 




PRESENTATION of sterling silver tea set 
to Mr. F. Herbert in recognition of twenty - 
five years' continuous service with H.B.C. at 
Vancouver. From left to right H. T. Lock- 
yer, general manager of the store, Mrs. F. 
Herbert, F. Herbert and Mrs. H. T. Lockyer. 



Bottom Row, left to right H. Gant, Miss 
R. Bryant, R. Mair, Miss H. Turner, Miss A. 
Andrew, D. Dale. 

First Row Miss B. Blake, F. Bishop, Miss 
J. McFarlane, L. Prayer, B. M. Clarke. 

Back Row R. Hood. 



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SEPTEMBER 1922 



IT TAKES COURAGE 

Not to bend to popular prejudice. 

To live according to your convictions. 

To refuse to make a living in a questionable 
vocation. 

To say "No" squarely, when those around 
you say "Yes." 

To remain in honest poverty while others 
grow rich by questionable methods. 

To live honestly within your means, and not 
dishonestly upon the means of others. 

To speak the truth even when, by a little 
prevarication, you can get some great advantage. 

To do your duty in silence, obscurity and 
poverty, while others about you prosper through 
neglecting or violating sacred obligations. 

To refuse to do a thing which you think is 
wrong because it is customary and done in trade. 

To face slander and lies, and to carry yourself 



with cheerfulness, grace and dignity for years 
before the lies can be corrected. 

To throw up a position with a good salary when 
it is the only business you know and you have a 
family depending upon you, because it does not 
have your unqualified approval. 

And You? 

How do you visualize your work? 
The story of the three stonecutters 
leaves nothing of wisdom to be said. 

Each was working on a stone. A 
stranger asked the first what he was 
doing. "I'm working for $7.50 a day," 
he replied. "And you?" the stranger 
asked. "I'm cutting this stone," growl- 
ed the second. But when the question 
was put to the third stonecutter, he 
answered, "I'm building a cathedral." 



VICTORIA 



Cricket Team Plays at HUDSON'S BAY CRICKET CLUB 

"Hn n ^ o n P. N. A. Smith, c. E. W. Carr Hilton, b. Wil- 

i^uncan liams 17 

G. Wharfe, c. E. H. Williams, b. W. H. 

rUDSON'S Bay cricketers were the Napper 

1 guests of the Cowichan Cricket J- A. Davidson, b. E. H. Williams 61 

club at Duncan on Wednesday, August ^wiiiSS^' ' E * W ' ^ Hilt n ' b ' ' H ' i 

9th, and if rain had not marred the j. Innis> st/H""i5h^OTrb"wV"Hi"NaF^"" 2 

proceedings, a splendid game of cricket A. J. Weeks, c. E. H. Gault, b. W. H. Napper . 

would have been plaved A - Haines, c. E. H. Williams, b. W. N. Napper 23 

G. Harris, b. W. H. Napper 8 

The Hudson's Bay team, who batted A. E. Rose, b. E. H. Williams 8 

first, gave a fine exhibition and hit 129 W. Dun-ant, not out 

runs before all the wickets fell. Un- C. Ellis, c. E. C. Hawkins, b. E. H. Williams . 
fortunately rain began to fall, and the 

Cowichan eleven were able to put only Total .129 

two men to bat when they were forced 

to postpone the game. BOWLING ANALYSIS 

, ^ . , Cowichan 2nd XI O. W. R. 

The Cowichan team proved them- 

i - i . * i w. n.. J.N appcr iz o 0*3 

selves good sportsmen, and it is hoped E . H . Williams 11 5 39 

the next time a conclusion will be E. W. Carr Hilton 4 28 

reached and prove which team is 

superior, as great enthusiasm has been COWICHAN 2nd XI 

displayed over this game. The Cowi- E. w. Carr Hilton, not out.... 

chan eleven gave their visitors a rous- C " H ' Gault ' not out " 

ing reception and served a lunch for Total 2 

them after their long ride, and tea in C. S. Crane, E. H. Williams, W. H. Napper, 

ffn=> aft^rnr* H- Charters, W. T. Corbishley, P. Tisdall, J. D. 

L11C dl LCI lliJvJIl . _ _ __ . ___ __ _ _ ** ' __ -_ __ , . 

McKenzie, W. H. Parker and E. C. Hawkins 

The Hudsomans were exceptionally did not bat. 
well pleased with their first trip to 

Duncan, and are eagerly looking for- __ . BOWLING ANALYSIS 

ward to the next visit. The full score c .^. Wharff^ { o' i 

follows: J.' Davidson.... 1 1 



SEPTEMBER 1922 




Miss Jar vis Leaves for 
Vancouver 

WE regret to announce the retire- 
ment of Miss A. Jarvis, who 
has so capably filled the position of 
librarian in our circulating library for 
the past year. 

Miss Jarvis is taking up a similar 
position in the Carnegie library, Van- 
couver, in order to make her home with 
her parents. We all join in the good 
wishes for her future success expressed 
in the presentation of a set of beaten 
copper book ends by her associates in 
the adjustment bureau on the evening 
of her departure. 

Miss E. Marwick, a native Victorian, 
is succeeding Miss Jarvis as librarian, 
and we extend to her a cordial welcome. 

Another Bride-to-Be 

In honor of Miss Rachael Lucas 
(No. 6 department), who is shortly to be 
married, a number of her friends 
gathered one evening last month at the 
home of Mrs. S. J. Shanks, when a 
handsome cut glass vase was presented 
to the bride-to-be. Little Howard and 
Raymond Shanks, charmingly dressed 
as bride and bridegroom, made the 
presentation, expressing on behalf of 
all those present the heartiest wishes 
for good luck and future happiness. 
Among the guests were Mr. and Mrs. 
Shanks, Mr. and Mrs. Lagacy, Mr. 
and Mrs. Musgrove, Misses Edie, 
Gardner, Purvis, Neville, Yeomans and 
Mrs. Marston. 

Swimming 

The Hudson's Bay section of the 
V.I. A. A. club now numbers over 100 
members. If you are not yet a member 
and have not visited the very fine swim- 
ming quarters you have certainly 
missed a treat. 

In the coming swimming events we 
look to Miss Ferguson to carry off the 
honors, for she is developing wonder- 
ful speed, and as for diving well, look 
out, Annette! 

Tennis 

At the Hudson's Bay tennis courts 
in the V.I. A. A. grounds coming tennis 
champions may be seen almost any 
evening playing hard fought games. 



We hear that Mrs. Marston, of No. 
6 department, is a star player of one 
of the Victoria clubs but, like Annette 
mentioned in another paragraph, she, 
too, had better look out. 

Football 

Messrs. Stanhope and Lovatt are 
looking for several good men to form a 
football team for the coming season. 
They have their eye on another cup 
which they intend to place alongside 
the hockey trophy won last winter. 
To avoid a possible congestion of appli- 
cations for membership please send 
yours in early. 

'Phone Efficiency 

By P. N. A. SMITH 

Cus tomer ' ' Hello. ' ' 

Answer ' ' Yes. ' ' 

Customer "Who's speaking?" 

Answer "Hello!" 

Customer "7s that the Hudson's Bay 
Company? ' ' 

Answer ' ' Yes. ' ' 

Customer "7s that the shoe depart- 
ment?" 

Answer "Yes." 

WHAT a waste of time and words! 
Yet it is typical of the manner 
in which many people answer a tele- 
phone call. Just place yourself in the 
person's position who is making the call 
and you will realize how annoying such 
a conversation is to both parties. 

There is a right and wrong way of 
doing everything, and the right way 
to answer a telephone call is to give the 
Company's name and your depart- 
ment Hudson's Bay Company groc- 
ery department and not use the 
word hello. It wastes time. 

Remember, and practice, the follow- 
ing simple rules when answering a tele- 
phone call and you will save yourself 
much time and trouble, as well as 
enabling the Company to give better 
and quicker service to our customers: 

1. When answering give Company's name and 
your department. "Hudson's Bay Company 
fur department." 

2. Listen attentively and you will hear more 
clearly. 

3. Speak close to the mouthpiece in a moder- 
ate tone of voice. 

4. Be always polite and anxious to please. 

5. Repeat all orders in detail, also initials, 
name and address of customer giving same. 

6. Close your conversation with a "Thank 
you." 



46 



SEPTEMBER 1922 



Very simple, are they not? And yet 
how very few of us ever carry them out. 
Give this matter your earnest attention 
and you will not only be pleasing your- 
self but many others, and greatly help- 
ing in our endeavor to give real service 
to our customers. 

Cupid Disorganizes Millinery 

Two young ladies from the millinery 
section have already left the store to 
be married Miss A. Hurst, at the 
beginning of the year, and Miss M. 
Holman, whose wedding took place on 
August 19th. We understand Miss 
Robb will be a bride sometime during 
the fall. Now comes the announce- 
ment of engagements of Miss I. Arnall 
and Miss B. Corkle. Who's next? 
The race is between Miss Workman 
and Miss Blakeway! 

It has been suggested that the young 
lady in the office who frequently makes 
a display of pink garters should leave 
off same during business hours so as to 
enable certain members of the staff to 
keep their eyes more on their work. 

The staff wish to express through the 
medium of The Beaver their apprecia- 
tion and thanks to the police sports 
committee for their generosity in donat- 
ing 150 tickets for their field day for 
the special use of store employees. 

Congratulations to Bert Watson on 
winning the second prize in all Canada 
for the best window display of "Princess 
Pat" hair nets. We always did think 
that our show windows in Victoria 
would be hard to beat. 

Several of our fishing enthusiasts are 
wanting to know why the fish don't 
bite in Kemp lake. Perhaps Mr. 
Watson can enlighten them on the 
subject. 

TAKING PRECAUTIONS 

A company of Scots were having a convivial 
evening together, and while it was yet early 
Sandy McTavish arose to address the crowd. 
"Boys," he said, "I think I had better bid ye 
good-night." 

"You're not going home already, McTavish? 
Why, it's only seven o'clock." 

"Ah, weel, I'm bidding ye good-night as long 
as I know ye." 




Ladies' Tug-of-War Team 
The ladies' tug-of-war team are to 
be congratulated upon winning the 
tug-of-war competition between mar- 
ried and single ladies at the police sports 
held at the Willows on July 19th. 

The men also entered a team and, 
although not able to beat the Seattle 
police, put up an extremely good show- 
ing. 

The names of those on the ladies' 
tug-of-war team as shown in the 
accompanying photograph are as fol- 
lows, reading from left to right: Sergt.- 
Major A. E. Haines (coach), Miss E. 
Rhodes, Miss S. Strange, Miss T. 
Ferguson, Miss Allen, Miss M. 
Kermode, Miss F. Gates, Miss N. 
Green, Miss J. Heal, Miss V. Butt, 
Miss Arnold, Miss Hastings, Mr. 
Nichols and Miss A. Wilson (sitting) 

L' ENVOI 

By V.P. 

When the stock sheets are extended and 

checked, 
And the departments are balanced once 

more; 
When the buyer's brains are wrecked. 

And he no longer gets sore 
Then we shall rest and faith we shall need 

it- 
Just to sit down for a minute or two, 
And think of the coming January, 
When we shall start it all over anew. 

And he who was over or under 

Shall work by the swea t of his brow 
And find the "why" of the blunder, 

Then struggle to adjust it somehow. 
The office staff nightly shall work 

With stock sheets and statements galore, 
And, tho' bored to a frazzle, never shall 
shirk, 

For one job finished and there's plenty 
more. 

And none but Winnipeg office shall praise 
us, 

And none but Winnipeg shall blame, 
And no one shall think it is funny, 

But all shall think it's a shame. 
Yet each, for the joy of stock-taking, 

Will try his very best 
To do the job as he should do, 

So we all may have a good rest. 



SEPTEMBER 1922 






47 



LONDON OFFICE NEWS 




AT THE FIRST ANNUAL CRICKET MATCH 



Left to right, standing J. C. Brooks, S. H. 
Grover, J. D. Kennedy, W. D. S. Edwards, H. J. 
Smith, J. R. Drew, Mrs. Kendall, J. H. Rendall, 
K. E. Bates, D. Harrison, A. J. Child, P. E. H. 
Sewell, D. Sanders, J. L. Henry, H. G. O. Ollis, 
J. W. Metcalf. 



First row, sitting G. H. Bradley, E. R. 
Russell, Mrs. Ollis, G. Kenwood, M. Barlow, 
D. Hollis, L. Heron, L. Leonard, D. Bartlett. 

Second row, sitting D. Dan, M. Welsh, 
M. Bingham, L. Frogley, N. Burgess, M. Smith, 
M. Gooderham, N. Buckingham, C. Smith. 



250 Years and 150 Minutes 

By A. T. CHILD 

A TRIFLE more than two years ago 
we celebrated the Company's 
250th Anniversary two and a half 
centuries of history crowded with in- 
cidents of adventure, at times great 
danger. Were it possible for any single 
individual to have lived through those 
two hundred and fifty years and to have 
been an eyewitness of all the exciting 
events which have happened during the 
evolution of this wonderful Company, 
he certainly would have had no grounds 
for complaining that life was mo- 
notonous. 

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortun- 
ately, such longevity is not our lot. 
Albeit, those who foregathered at Red 
Post Hill, North Dulwich, on the ever- 
memorable evening of the 10th July, 
1922, were eyewitnesses, during a space 
of one hundred and fifty minutes, of 
incidents in a measure as exciting, and 
at times fraught with as much danger, 
as those in which our predecessors were 
engaged. 

It was the occasion of the first annual 
cricket match, contested between teams 



representative of the male and the fe- 
male staffs of the London offices. 
Handicapped to the extent of having 
to bat, bowl and field left-handed, the' 
men took the field in an endeavour to 
dispose of their enthusiastic rivals to 
the best of their ability. Their bowling 
was certainly of a "high" order ("wide" 
would probably be a more fitting des- 
cription), and, except for the numerous 
occasions when point or coverpoint, or 
even square leg, was in danger of being 
the recipient of the bowler's deliveries, 
the ball pitched tolerably near the 
stumps. Whenever the ball did come 
within reach the lady batsmen were not 
slow to take advantage of its proximity, 
and thereby succeeded in compiling the 
commendable score of 68 runs. After 
an interval for refreshments it was the 
ladies' turn to hunt leather and the men 
were set the task of endeavouring to 
reach and pass the score of their op- 
ponents, which they succeeded in doing 
after a well contested fight, eventually 
winning by a margin of 45 runs. 

The game was unfortunately marred 
during its closing stages by an untoward 
incident, one of the "merest" men, 
little Peter Sewell, 'aged nine summers, 



SEPTEMBER 1922 



being the victim of an unprovoked 
attack on the part of a certain lady 
opponent. The excitement of the game 
we are ready to accept as an excuse for 
what, under other circumstances, might 
be regarded as unwarrantable aggres- 
sion. In future encounters, we hope the 
ladies will be able to devise a more 
legitimate method of disposing of a 
successful opponent than that of de- 
liberately knocking him over against 
his own wicket! 

However, we tender to the ladies our 
best thanks, and desire to record our 
keen appreciation of the sporting spirit 
they displayed in opposing us at what 
has hitherto always been regarded a 
man's game. Our thanks are also due 
to Mr. Kendall and to Mr. Russell for 
the lion's share they took in contribut- 
ing to the success of an "adventure" 
which it is hoped is only the forerunner 
of many more. 

For the benefit of those who are 
really interested in "cricket" the fol- 
lowing details of the game are appended, 
together with a photograph of the 
players and supporters present: 



LADIES 

Miss Burgess, c. Sewell, b. Jones 6 

Miss Gooderham, c. Child, b. Sewell 1 

Miss Buckingham, c. Child, b. Child 1 

Miss Heron, c. Sewell, b. Sewell 

Miss Smith (M), b. Brooks 10 

Miss Smith (C), c. Sewell, b. Child 1 

Miss Welsh, c. Sewell, b. Child . 

Miss Bingham., b. Drew 1 

Miss Leonard, c. Ollis, b. Drew 

Miss Dann, c. Ollis, b. Kennedy 8 

Miss Frogley, hit wicket, b. Sewell 2 

Miss Sanders, c. Child, b. Sewell 10 

Miss Hollis, not out 1 

Extras (25 wides, 2 byes). 27 

68 

MEN 

/. C. Brooks, b. M. Smith 10 

H. G. Ollis, b, M. Smith 

J. D. Kennedy, b. Buckingham 10 

A. J. Child, stumped Heron, b. M. Smith 30 
J. R. Drew, stumped Heron, b. Burgess.... 3 
P. E. H. Sewell, run out 16 

E. R. Russell, b. C. Smith.. 2 

S. H. Grover, run out 

W. D. S. Edwards, b. M. Smith 2 

F. W. Jones, not out 55 

Peter Sewell, c. Burgess, b. Buckingham . 2 

Extras 3 

113 
Umpires, J. W. Me teal f and H. /. Smith. 



Could Your Wife Look After 
Your Investments? 



Few women have the business training necessary to enable 
them to invest any considerable sum at a reasonable rate of 
interest and with absolute safety for the principal. Yet this 
is what many beneficiaries under Policies of Insurance are 
suddenly called upon to do. 

The Great-West Life issues particularly attractive policies 
payable in instalments to the beneficiaries under various plans. 
Our folder "Life Insurance Insured" will prove of interest to 
anyone intending to take out Life Insurance. Write for it. It 
will place you under no obligation. 

The Great- West Life Assurance Company 



Dept. "D-30' 



Head Office: WINNIPEG 



SEPTEMBER 1922 



49 




INDEX TO VOL. II 

Numbers 1 to 12 Inclusive 



Beginning with Issue of October, 1921, and Ending with 
September, 1922 



Subject Issue Page 

Airplane Visits Moose Factory May 10 

Anniversary, 252nd (Vancouver).... May 42 

Anniversary, 252nd (Edmonton).... May 30 

Andrews, J. E Jan. 17 

Arch, Commemorating 100 Years 

United States-Canadian Peace.... Oct. 7 

Armit, David Dec. 6 

Arms of Canada, The Aug. 3 

Arnott, J. W Aug. 25 

Athabasca, Freighting on the (illus.) Mar. 13 
Athabasca River, New H.B.C. 

Steamer May 11 

Auctions, H.B.C. Fur, at London.. Oct 1 



Baffin Island, Reindeer Industry 

for Feb. 5 

Baillie Island (H.B.C. Post) (illus.) April 7 

Baker Lake, Native Equipment at.. June 10 

Bannister, Miss Emily Oct. 19 

Barker, J. J., Presentation to June 9 

Barker, J. J May 18 

Beaver, H.B.Ss. (illus.) Oct. 1 

Beaver Skin (illus.) Mar. 10 

Bens, Miss Delia Oct. 19 

Benson, George (illus.) June 31 

Blake, E. L. (illus.) May 35 

Braidwood, J. S., Returns from 

England Aug. 10 

British Columbia Study, A May 1 

Broughton, W. K. Dec. 4 

Brooks, J. Chadwick (illus.) Aug. 1 

Brown, Miss J : June, 10 

Burbidge Golf Cup Nov. 27 

Burbidge, H. E., An Appreciation.. Dec. 26 

Byng, Baron, Visit to Calgary Aug. 26 



Calgary, City of the Foothills April 2 

Calgary, H.B.C. Store at (illus.).... April 1 
Calgary, Old H.B.C. Store at 

(illus.) July 40 

Candy Factory Workers Put by 

Savings Dec. 22 

Campbell, Robert Dec. 15 

Camsell, Charles Sept. 8 

Canoe, Autobiography of a Jan. 9 

Canoe, Rough Time in a Mar. 38 

Canoe, The Birchbark June 5 

Canoe, The Birchbark July 10 

Canoes, H.B.C. Freight (illus.) Sept. 5 

Caribou, the Multitudinous July 6 

Charlton Island (H.B.C. Post) 

( illus -) Feb. 3 

Christie, J. G. M. Oct. 22 

Church, The, in the Far North Jan. 12 
Conference, H.B.C. Stores Man- 
agers at Winnipeg (illus.) July 2 

Cruikshanks An Indian Prodigy.. Nov. 30 



Subject 

Gumming, S. J. C 

Gumming, A. B. 

Curling, Winnipeg Wholesale 

Curling, Winnipeg Wholesale 

Curling, Winnipeg Retail 



Issue Page 

May 18 

Oct. 18 

Dec. 22 

Jan. 30 

Jan. 29 



Davis, Farewell to Miss E. 

Diary of H.B.C. Apprentice Clerk. 

Dodman, A. E 

Doe, A. H 

Dog Team, Sixty Miles by 

Dogs, Think About Your 



Edmonton, Early Days of. 

Edmonton District a Wealth 

Bringer 

Edmonton, H.B.C. Housing 

Scheme 

Employees' Association, Victoria 

Store 

European Sample Rooms 

Eskimo Census 

Eskimo, Baffin Island (illus.) 

Eskimo Hunters (illus.) 

Exploration, Modern, and H.B.C. . 



Factor, The Respected 

Fair, C. H 

Fire in Old H.B.C. Building, Cal- 
gary 

Football, Winnipeg, 1922 

Forest Fires and Fur 

Fort Churchill, H.B.C. Schooner 
(illus.) 

Fort Edmonton, Christmas at Old . 

Fort Garry, Lower (illus.) 

Fort Garry, Beautifying Lower 

Fort Hope (illus.) 

Fort Langley, Historic H.B.C. Post 
inB.C 

Fort McMurray H.B.Ss 

Fort Norman 

Fort Prince of Wales (illus.) 

Fort Reserves, Old H.B.C., to Be- 
come Farm Plots 

Fort Selkirk, Pillage of. 

Fort Victoria (illus.) 

Forwarding Expense, How to Re- 
duce 

Foxes, Northern 

Fraser, Simon 

Fur and Forest Fires 

Fur Conservation 

Fur Brigade, H.B.C 

Fur Brigade, H.B.C. (illus.) 

Furs, Grading of for H.B.C. Lon- 
don Auction 

Fry, E. G 



Dec. 

Jan. 

Jan. 

Sept. 

Nov. 

Nov. 



Aug. 
Oct. 



Feb. 

Oct. 

June 

Dec. 

April 

Aug. 

Sept. 
Jan. 



Nov. 
Dec. 
Nov. 
Jan. 
June 



April 

Nov. 

Nov. 

Feb. 

Nov. 

May 

Sept. 

Oct. 
May 



23 
7 

17 
2 

10 

13 



33 
13 



May 32 



34 

18 

8 

19 

8 

6 



6 

24 



Jan. 22 
April 23 
Feb. 2 



17 

25 

5 

27 
17 



Nov. 2 

Oct. 18 

July 3 

Jan. 1 

Nov. 6 

Dec. 15 

Oct 1 



15 
7 

39 
2 
8 

20 
1 

2 
18 



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Subject 

Gibson, R. W. (illus.) 

Gilkerson, S. D 

Godsell, P. H 

Golf Cup, Burbidge 

Golf Competition, Winnipeg, 1922.. 

Gordon, Eric , 

Grading of Furs for H.B.C. Auction 

H 

Hall, R. H 

Handford, R. J. C 

Harte, Isaiah 

Harvest Sale, Annual, Calgary 

Harvest Sale Employees' Competi- 
tion, Calgary. 

Haythornthwaite, Rev. W 

H.B.C. Helps Jobless 

H.B.C. Northern Transport 

H.B.C. Medallists (illus.) 

H.B.C. Outposts of Civilization 

Higgins, M. G 

Higgins, M. G. (illus.) . 

Historical Exhibit at Winnipeg 
(illus.) _ 

Historical Exhibit Notes 

Historical Exhibit visitors 

Historical Exhibit, additions to 

History, New H.B.C., in prepara- 
tion 

House, Louison (illus.) 

Rowland, N. A 

Huntsman's Prize (illus.) 

"Hudson's Bay City" (illus.) 

Hudson's Bay Mountain, B.C., 
(illus.) 

Hudson's Bay, Views in (illus.) 



Indians, Alberta (illus.) 

Indians, British Columbia Potlach 
Costumes (illus). 

Indians, Cede Territory to Govern- 
ment in McKenzie 

Indians, Dancing Sioux (illus.) 

Indian Encampment at Moose 
Factory (illus.) 

Indian Porcupine Quill Work 
(illus.) 

Indian Heroines 

Indian Woman Doing Porcupine 
Quill Work (illus.) 

Ingrams, F. C. (illus.) 

Isle la Cross, H.B.C. store burned 
at : 

K 

Kenderdine, Reginald 

Kindersley, Hugh 

Kindersley, Sir Robert, (illus.) 

King, W. C 



Issue Page 
May 35 
26 
16 
27 
25 



Nov. 
Oct. 
Nov. 
Aug. 
Oct. 
Oct. 



Dec. 

Oct. 

Feb. 

June 

July 

Feb. 

Dec. 

June 



Aug. 
Dec. 
Oct. 
May 
Aug. 

July 
Oct. 



Jan. 
Oct. 

Oct. 
April 

May 

Oct. 
Feb. 

June 
June 



22 
2 



Dec. 3 

Oct. 8 

June 9 

Nov. 33 



28 

18 

38 

44 

5 

3 

20 

31 



April 19 

July 16 

Aug. 19 

Sept. 27 



10 
7 

18 
7 
1 

1 
17 



5 
13 

8 
3 

21 

4 
11 

13 

2 



April 18 



May 20 

Oct. 16 

May 1 

-Dec. 6 



Labrador, Provisioning and Post- 
Building on the Feb. 7 

Lady Kindersley, H.B.C. Arctic 

Schooner, (illus.) Feb. 17 

Lady Kindersley Sails July 6 

Land Inspection Nov. 21 

Land of Silence, The.... Oct. 33 

Land of Silence, The Nov. 48 

Land of Silence, The Dec. 31 

Land of Silence, The Jan. 33 



Subject issue Page 

Land of Silence, The Feb. 40 

Land of Silence, The Mar. 40 

Land of Silence, The April 39 

Land of Silence, The May 21 

Land of Silence, The June 21 

Land of Silence, The July 19 

Land of Silence, The Aug. 20 

Land of Silence, The.. Sept. 13 

Lascelles, Viscount, and Trophies of 

Hunt (illus.) April 11 

Liard River, View on the (illus.).... June 44 

Livock, W. T Dec. 2 

Lynx Jan. 4 

Lyons, Joe Mar. 15 

M 

Macaulay, Mrs. Mary Ann Feb. 12 

Manning, M. L. (illus.) May 9 

Matheson, Duncan Dec. 4 

Medallists, H.B.C., London (illus.) July 5 
Medallists, H.B.C., Winnipeg whole- 
sale Nov. 28 

Medallists, Vancouver July 31 

Merchandise, The Cost of Landing Nov. 42 

Merchandise, Describing the Oct. 17 

Medland, John Edward Feb. 29 

Metlakatla, Establishment of May 3 

Moberly, H. J Dec. 

Moose Factory (illus.) May 3 

Moose Factory (illus.) Feb. 18 

Moose Factory, Indian Encamp- 
ment at (illus.) May 21 

Motion Picture Expedition of 

H.B.C. (illus.) Feb. 18 

Motor Brigade, The May 26 

Museum, H.B.C. (see also Historic- 
al Exhibit) Feb. 15 

Musketeers, the Three (illus.) Feb. 30 

Me 

McDermott, Roy (illus.) July 6 

McKenzie, A. R...._ Dec. 

MacKenzie River H.B.Ss. (illus.) June 44 

McLean, W. J Dec. 6 

McLeod, Capt. of Ss. Fort Mc- 

Murray (illus.) Oct. 15 

McKeown, T. J. F. (illus.).. Aug. 30 

N 

Nascopie, H.B.Ss. (illus.) Nov. 19 

Native Equipment at Baker Lake.. June 10 
Natives from Diomede Island, 

Siberia (illus.) April 4 

Naughton, E._ Aug. 25 

Ne-Gua-Nan-I-Sew, The Life of.. May 

Ne-na-bo-Jo, The Legends of. June H 

Ne-no-bo-jo, The Legends of. July 12 

Northern Transport, H.B.C. (illus.) June 44 



Officers, Surviving Ex-Commis- 
sioned, of H.B.C - - Dec. 

Officers, Surviving Ex-Commis- 
sioned, of H.B.C. (illus.)..... Dec. 

Officers of H.B.C. (Modern) Aug. 

Officers of H.B.C. (Modern) June 2 

Officers of H.B.C. (Modern) Sept. 2 

Ogden, W. L Dec. 20 

Ogston, W. R. (illus.) April 18 

Oolichan Run, The June 

Orphan, The (Poem) July 

Outposts of Civilization, H.B.C Feb 



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51 



II 



Subier*- 


Issue 


Page 


5 


Aug. 


7 




May 


18 


' 


Aug. 


11 


ic Spring Out... 


Sept. 


6 


son, A. W., Prey 


July 


7 




May 


18 


-.' ac 






White Rock, B.C.. 


Oct. 


7 


__rv, Kev. (illus.) 


Mar. 


5 


Pelican, H.B.Ss., Ends Historic 






Career 


Feb. 


13 


Pipe of Peace (illus.) 


May 


1 


Polar Bear Hunt in the Bay 


June 


15 


Porcupine Quill Work of Indians 






(illus.) 


Oct. 


4 


Porte, G. A. H., Presentation to.... 


Oct. 


30 


Potlach Costumes of B.C. Indians 






(illus.) 


Oct. 


13 


Pricing Policy, The Company's 






New, at Calgary 


Dec. 


27 


Princess Louise, First Ss. 


Mar. 


18 


Prize Story, "The Race for the 






Silver Fox".... 


Sept, 


16 


Provisioning and Post Building on 






the Labrador 


Feb. 


7 


R 






Race for the Silver Fox, The (fic- 






tion) 


Sept. 


16 


-Rae, T. C 


Dec. 


5 


Ray, George R. (illus.) 


July 


12 


Reeve, Frank 


Feb. 


20 


Reeve, Frank 


Feb. 


17 


Reindeer Industry for Baffin Land.. 


Feb. 


5 


Reminiscences of an H.B.C. Fur 







Trade Factor 


Oct. 


9 




Nov. 


36 




Dec. 


9 




Jan. 


31 




Feb. 


35 




Mar. 


35 




April 


5 




May 


5 




June 


18 




July 


14 




Aug. 


14 




Sept. 


9 


Kendall, James H. (illus.) 


Oct. 


3 


Renaa. Q G. (illus.) 


Oct. 


3 


Rendall, John (illus,) 


Oct. 


3 


Reynolds, T. A 


Dec. 


8 


Rookies 


Mar. 


7 


Ross, Thos. B 


Dec. 


8 


Russia 


Mar. 


6 


Russian Rubles 


June 


14 


S 






Sales and Service Competition, 






Calgary (illus.) 


June 


29 


Salter, Geo. (illus.) 


June 


31 


Salvage... 


Nov. 


16 


Saskatoon Store (illus.) 


April 


17 


Saskatoon Store, Successful Open- 






ing of 


June 


33 


Schooling, Sir William. 


Aug. 


10 


Sewell, P. E. H 


Sept. 


19 


Shoppers' Exposition, Winnipeg 


Oct. 


20 


Siberian Expedition, H.B.C. (illus.) 


June 


18 


Silk, The Story of. 


Nov. 


31 



Subject Issue Page 

Sinclair, C. C Oct. 24 

Smith, J. S. (illus.) May 34 

Sparling, Fletcher Oct. 26 

Style Show, Spring 

Calgary April 

Edmonton April 

Kamloops May 

Lethbridge May 

Vernon April 

Victoria April 

Winnipeg April 

Style Show, Fall 

Edmonton Oct. 24 

Calgary Oct. 27 

Winnipeg _ Nov. 25 

Steamboating for H.B.C. on the 

Saskatchewan April 20 

Stephens, L. L. (illus.) Aug. 29 

Stores Committee Meeting Nov. 14 

Stores Managers at Winnipeg Con- 
ference (1922) July 1 

Stores of H.B.C. in Eleven Cities.... Aug. 1 

Strathcona, Lord Sept. 3 



Tennis Champions (Winnipeg, 

1921) (illus.) Nov. 

Tennis Association Gets Start 

(Winnipeg, 1922) May 

Tennis Grounds (Winnipeg) (illus.) July 
Textile Purchases, Fundamentals 

of. April 

Thompson, David, Memorial Mar. 

Timber Wolf (illus.) April 

Trading Store of Northern H.B.C. 

Post (illus.) Jan. 

Tree River Post, Coronation Gulf 

(illus.) April 



Vair, A. D. (illus.) May 

Vancouver Fair, H.B.C. Exhibits 

at Oct. 

Verendrye, La (illus.)..... Mar. 

Verendrye, La Mar. 

Verendrye, La April 

Victoria Store, Opening of. 

Victoria Golf Course Leased by 

H.B.C Oct. 

Vienna of Today, The June 



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Watson, Robert.... ...... ,^> 

Welfare Associatior *$._._. 

Welfare Associate .." : ,- r / .... 

Welfare Association, Winnipeg . 
Welfare Association, V 
Welfare As? ^ iation, Kan. 
Williams, T -arry, Drowned ..... 

Wilson, John M (illus.) ... . 

Winnipeg Retail Staff (illus.) ... 



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NEW LOWER PRICES NOW IN EFFECT 




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FOR real men IMPERIAL 
MIXTURE has been the 
so! e in hardship and com- 
i in achievement since the 
ig of Canada was begun. 

Today this supreme pipe to- 

is better than ever, be- 

Ccit/ t comes to you in the tin 

with the HUMIDOR TOP 

keep\it FRESH. 

Obtainable B.C. posts and 

stores and '- ther good iealers every - 
~T7>;'-~re /. '~>. tins and 

1/10 Ib. foil handy package. 




*Tenths $ .30 
Fifths .60 
Halves 1.40 
Pounds 2.75