Boy Scouts Beyond The Seas
on the side. The blaze should be about the size of your hand or a little larger, and where a turn is made in the trail you blaze the tree with an ordinary blaze on the face, and a long blaze on the side to which the turn is made. (See Fig. 1.)
When in the open where there is long grass, you tie up a tussock to show your trail. If you turn to a new direction, you make the tied-up tussock bend in that direction. (Fig. 2.)
If you are out where there are neither trees, bushes, nor long grass, but where there are stones, you put one stone on top of a larger one to show the trail. If you make a turn, you put up the two stones, and another alongside them pointing to the new direction. (Fig. 3.)
Two days and nights by train from Montreal, through the endless woods and lakes of Ontario, and then out on the open prairie, and we came to Winnipeg.
This used to be a fortified trading-post of the Hudson Bay Company, where the Indian trappers and buffalo hunters used to bring in their skins to sell or to barter for guns and ammunition.
The gateway of the old fort, Fort Garry, still stands, and Colonel Steele, who commands all the military forces in Manitoba, and is Commissioner of the Boy Scouts there, told me that he stood on sentry as a trooper in that gateway nearly forty years ago, when the present Field-Marshal Lord Wolseley came there as a Colonel to see the Governor of the post, Mr. Donald Smith, who is now on the Council of the Boy Scouts, and better known in these clays as Lord Strathcona.
But Winnipeg; instead of being a fortified frontier post, is now a great city, with its electric cars, taxi-cabs – and Boy Scouts. And these Boy Scouts are very smart and workmanlike indeed.
One troop of seventy is a mounted troop, and is the cadet troop of Strathcona’s Horse, the regiment which so distinguished itself in the South African War.
Another forty-eight hours in the train across the vast, open corn and cattle prairie brings you to Calgary, where there is, in addition to the ordinary troop of Scouts, also the beginning of a good, hard-riding troop of mounted Scouts.
The North-West Mounted Police
But in getting to Calgary you pass Regina, a big town out on the open prairie. Here are Boy Scouts (and I never saw such fellows for doing good turns, with a broad, good-natured smile on all the time, especially when they were carrying my baggage!), but besides these there are also the headquarters detachment of the Royal North-West Mounted Police.
These, as you know, are the finest force of their kind in the world. Grand, smart-looking men, half soldier, half policeman, able to ride and to shoot and to look after themselves in the Arctic winter or blazing summer.
They have to be equally handy on horseback, or in canoes, or with a dog-sleigh. And as they are scattered about in ones or twos in distant parts of the country to keep order among rough characters in mining districts, or wild Indians, or smugglers, horse thieves, and other “undesirables,” they have to be strong and very plucky, and each one to be equal to six ordinary men-and so they are. The result is that when an evil-doer comes under their eye he is a “gone coon.”
Their uniform is the cowboy hat of the Scouts, with the red tunic and blue breeches of a dragoon, and brown gauntlets and field boots.
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