Edmonton in Alberta, Canada, he would be at an outpost of civilization

are alike. They, too, are mistaken. The city of

beauty. Yet none of these thrilled him more than did Edmonton. On his days off, between flights, nothing suited him quite so well as sitting in the narrow lobby of his own hotel, the old Prince

e, talk alike, and dress alike, men still drift into Edmonton who are unique. They dress in str

drives along some unknown river, of mineral in the Rockies, of musk ox, of reindeer on the tundra, of fish in Great Slave and Great Bear Lakes,

cabin and had left it there, to continue their flight to McMurray and then to Edmonton. "The thrill comes from knowing th

pioneer spirit. It is not

lad it does! How wonderful it is to

back and closed his eyes

The incident of the carrier pigeon

he had taken from the carrier pigeon. So absorbed did he become that he did not notice that a tall, dark-haired man moved across the room to take a chair directly behind him. The man had small,

ged. It is possible that every fifth word, plucked from the rest and set in order, would make a sentence. Then again, it might be every third or every sixth word. Or perhaps the first and fourth, then th

ne were to judge by the tense look on his face, even from his poi

erie, "why did you allow that little fellow b

ow." Curlie s

thing and don't

nct, or shall we say led by a spirit that is not myself, that is higher and wiser than I.

veteran. A real one from Canada, or perhaps Ireland. He's one of those scrawny little fellows so small and so quick that a shell couldn't get them, nor a bullet either. Serv

er. But, Curlie, do you think he's in with the crowd

rlie, "remains

the carrier pigeon that we don't know. I'm going to keep an eye on that little fello