From column# 421 The Time Traveller NWMP A NEW MOUNTAIN RANGE The Indians stated that the mountains ran “many day’s journey” to the south, and the river which they had found was known as “the river where once lived the strong men who were not afraid of the rapids.” Mellor and Johnson went only to […]
PART TWO What is without question the most remarkable fact about the expeditions of these police explorers of northern Canada is that discoveries of tremendous importance have been made, and yet hardly any mention has been made of them in the newspapers or geographical journals. It is most inconceivable to believe that two new lakes, […]
Part 1 Continued from 1920. It (Herschel) is nearly two thousand miles from civilization, but it is only one of many similar desolate police stations in the wilderness of the great Northland. The men of this remarkable police force, perhaps the most famous body in the British Empire, have been the very backbone of strength […]
From column #419 1920 THE TIMES TRAVELLER THE BRILLIANT HISTORY of the ROYAL NORTH-WEST MOUNTED POLICE The decision of the Canadian Government to increase the Royal North-West Mounted Police Force to more than five times the number ever engaged as patrollers of the far places calls attention to this remarkable body of men and […]
BALLAD of the BACK ROAD FARMER My good wife, Sarah, as you know, Just loves her little radio, She thinks the programs are so nice, And listens to their good advice. One day she heard them say just how A radio would help a cow To feel relaxed and give more cream, And milking […]
BALLAD OF THE BACK ROAD FARMER Well, now, the time is here again, we’ve waited for this moment when We’d start to tap the maple trees, when days are warm but nights still freeze. The snow is melting in the bush, and in the fields it’s turned to slush, That’s when I get my auger […]
BALLAD OF THE BACK ROAD FARMER The price of eggs is down again, I’m glad that I am not a hen; Just think of all the work it takes to lay an egg And then the aches from sitting on a cold, cold nest, with just some feathers for a vest. Our grain, it doesn’t […]
BALLAD OF THE BACK ROAD FARMER March is a month I love to see, the sap starts rising in the tree; the sun shines warm and melts some snow, we hope that soon it all will go. And though the wind is cold and raw, to-day I heard an old crow caw. The snow, which […]
BALLAD OF THE BACK ROAD FARMER Ah me, my bones do throb and ache – I think sometimes that they will break. My joints they seem to be filled with glue, caused by that bad old devil, flu. It sneaked up on me, some days ago, It hit me hard and laid me low, With […]
BALLAD OF THE BACKROAD FARMER Some fellers love their cigarettes, but me, I’ve never liked one yet. They burn so hot and smoke so fast, three minutes is all … one will last. And others love a good cigar, to them it is the best by far, but its aroma some call stink, a “foul […]
