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Title: On the headwaters of Peace River : a narrative of a thousand-mile canoe trip to a little-known range of the Canadian Rockies
Year: 1917 (1910s)
Authors: Creator:Paul Leland Haworth via Haworth, Paul Leland, 1876-1938
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Publisher: New York : Scribner
Contributing Library: ASC - York University Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Ontario Council of University Libraries and Member Libraries

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erablepopulation I have no doubt. The world is becoming socrowded that the day is drawing near when every spotthat will grow potatoes, turnips, or other products thatwill support life will be occupied. Some land is moredesirable than others, but even Iceland and Greenlandare settled, and beyond all doubt the natural advantagesof Peace River are immensely superior to those of eitherof these hyperborean islands. As wild lands are settledthey tend to become less repellent and remote. TheGermany of Caesars day was a cold country of marshand gloomy forests, considered hardly suitable for humanhabitation, yet Germany is to-day more thickly inhabitedthan Sunny Italy. Part of Germany is farther norththan is the Peace River country, but it is not so cold.Temperatures of fifty degrees below zero Fahrenheit arenot uncommon on Peace River. At present the countryis a land for strong men who wish to rough it ratherthan for settlers with families. Before we left the Hope the captain had told us that
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z D Q oa o M H THE END OF IT 291 we would hardly reach Peace River Crossing in time tomake the Tuesday afternoon train for Edmonton, and,as we had to tie up once on account of dense fog andwere delayed a couple of hours taking the surveyorsaboard, his prognostication proved correct. It was notuntil well after nightfall of Tuesday that, having feltour way the last few miles, we at last tied up at theCrossing and were once more at rail-head. A wait of three days at the Crossing for the nexttrain and a journey of over two thousand miles still laybetween me and home, but these were things to beregarded lightly. My Great Adventure in the Do-main of the North was over. The thought gave me afeeling of sadness. What has been can never be again! As I look back on the trip from a distance of severalmonths, one aspect stands out above all others—ourremarkable luck in escaping serious trouble. We ex-perienced hardships, we often worked to the limit ofendurance, repeatedly on land and

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