All this is no doubt quite as it should be; but it goes to prove, all the same, that the Wild North Land is dead and buried. I do not want to see its grave—I prefer to remember it as I saw it more than a generation ago; and I believe that one Chicago is amply sufficient for any one world.
Indeed, I can never be grateful enough that it was given me to see the old things of North America before the deluge. Prairies pure and unspotted; great herds of buffaloes moving; the sun setting over a silent wilderness.
W. F. B.
January 1907.
APPENDIX.
ON THE PASSES THROUGH THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS
IN BRITISH TERRITORY,
AND
THE BEST ROUTE FOR A CANADIAN RAILROAD TO
THE PACIFIC OCEAN.