. Outing. other-wise? I protest it is not in sane humannature to enjoy long-continued isolationfrom mankind. All of the woodsmen seemed to mequite obviously, and certainly verynaturally, intent on accomplishing thework which had called them into thewilderness, that they might return toLaggan or Banff or Field, though theyhad left those outposts of civilizationblithely enough for a purpose. Tis anormal desire to keep near ones kind,collectively if not individually, andfew are the hearts that feel not thetug underneath their independence. Mr. Danning must have sat up allnight writing letters whe
. Outing. other-wise? I protest it is not in sane humannature to enjoy long-continued isolationfrom mankind. All of the woodsmen seemed to mequite obviously, and certainly verynaturally, intent on accomplishing thework which had called them into thewilderness, that they might return toLaggan or Banff or Field, though theyhad left those outposts of civilizationblithely enough for a purpose. Tis anormal desire to keep near ones kind,collectively if not individually, andfew are the hearts that feel not thetug underneath their independence. Mr. Danning must have sat up allnight writing letters when he left usat last (I hope the cake didnt keep 68 THE OUTING MAGAZINE him awake!) for he brought us a mightypackage next day to carry back to Lag-gan. We lingered out our four days in thePlains—little lifetime that it was!—hop-ing that Tom Johnson might come inand complete our social Johnson trades with the Indiansand is the one white occupant of thePlains in the winter. He is of course. WE TRAVELED FOR HOURS THROUGHA FRESHLY BURNED DISTRICT. a signal character. As after thefirst of November it is impossiblefor horses to travel the trails untilJune, the summer must be a busyseason with this enterprising per-son. All the supplies for his longwinters work must be broughtout to his lonely shack by stringafter string of pack horses. He had just come in when westarted out and was planning toreturn in a few days, so we waited forhim. Meantime we went and lookedat his shack. It was a simple contriv-ance enough, made of logs tight-fittedagainst the cold. It suited the countrywell. Not so harmonious was the fencewhich surrounded it. That had an in-consequent, foolish look, tracing its fu-tile little circle on the face of the wilder-ness. It did not succeed in accomplish-ing a fences usual purpose, to inclose,to mark off, to protect. The wildernessoverrode it superbly, paying no sort ofattention to it, so that it had rather theeffect of an attempt at decoration thantha
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