Rod and gun . ies of the mountain region of Canadawould do well to reserve a portion of hisvocabulary for that occasion. Not long after leaving Calgary, in theearly morning of the twenty-fourth, Irose, for was it not to be my first view ofthe mountains? I had read of the firstglorious view of the uplands one gets asthe train swings round the curves, andleaving behind the broad sweep of theprairies, drifts beyond the Gap, the gate-way to the mountain realm. I had pic-tured the mountains as rugged, wild andsharply outlined, grey and austere, andI was not prepared for the sight that metmy eyes th
Rod and gun . ies of the mountain region of Canadawould do well to reserve a portion of hisvocabulary for that occasion. Not long after leaving Calgary, in theearly morning of the twenty-fourth, Irose, for was it not to be my first view ofthe mountains? I had read of the firstglorious view of the uplands one gets asthe train swings round the curves, andleaving behind the broad sweep of theprairies, drifts beyond the Gap, the gate-way to the mountain realm. I had pic-tured the mountains as rugged, wild andsharply outlined, grey and austere, andI was not prepared for the sight that metmy eyes that lovely morning in me, apparently only a few milesaway, rose the mountains, richly glowinglike a sunset cloud, a cloud of lavenderand pink, mystic, wonderful, that meltedinto the blue of the sky. I turned myback on the glory, as I believed, only fora moment, till I could reach the observa-tion platform and get a more unrestrict-ed view, but in that short time, alas, the 1058 ROD AND GUN IX CANADA. From the Club House Verandah at by J. J. Wliitc-. miracle of color had vanished, no longerbright and luminous there loomed upstern and uncompromising the Rockiesof which I had read. Reaching Banit at six thirty weclimbed into the high seated vehicle thathad been sent from bur Club-house tomeet us and after a winding drive wereached the Club-house, which is pic-turesquely situated on the side of SulphurMountain. We were cordially welcomedby the Secretary, Mr. Mitchell, and ush-ered into the spacious hall, where a cheer-ful grate-fire was burning. After break-fast, at which we met a number of Clubmcml)ers. we set out under the guidanceof Mr. Watt of Toronto, to walk up Tun-nel Mountain, an isolated blufT risingabout one thousand feet above the townof Banff. To save time we crossed theflume below the Club-house, covered bya narrow board some fifteen feet abovethe ground, beneath which runs thetubing that conveys water from the Sul-phur Springs to the C. P.
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