The Green Forest tribune., 1910-04-22

main, and with them and of them are ordered and orderly living
 If the story of how this came about is the story of the Royal Northwest Mounted Police The mounted police! Don't you remember when you were little chap, how you looked after the uniformed man on the glossy bay he tered through the park, and how you had dearer dream of glory than to be like him? Even now, don't you feel the old, boyish thrill at the sight of a blue-coated, erect figure in the saddle at crowded city crossing? If you do not you are grown up"-saddest of labels-and will Journey no more to the Never-Never-Never Land
 But for "incurable children" the sight of the mounted policeman still catches at those old heart-strings.
 And if all this for the blue-coated, brass-but- toned horseman of the parks and boulevards what of that other horseman, the who rides alone with the stretch of endless praires for his beat, with the criminal who holds a life at less than naught, his quarry? Surely your dulled imagination, poor, tobepitied grown-ups, catch fire faintly from the gleam of his scarlet coat.
 Recruited chiefly from the younger sons of we'll to-do, and titled, English families the North west Mounted Police has long been institu- tion where English university work off the bubbling froth of drop of gypsy blood before settling down head of a county family and warden of his church, in the main collec- tion of young men for whom the Red Gods call too wildly, men with a daredevil dash in their Hldhe-up, WHO leave EnSldHu because they are Iu- pecunious, or because of row with their fami- lies, for sheer love of adventure. Come with me to Regina or Edmonton and you will hear stories of men who gave the recruiting officer the name of plain John Smith with something of a cynical smile-and it was bad form for the cruiting officer to notice this smile-men who had a habit of reaching for monocle that wasn't there, of talking with the correct London pronun citation, and thrashing the fellowtrooper who called attention to this fact
 And any story you ever heard of the heir-pre- sumptive to English marquisate patrong a 50Omile beat along the Arctic circle can be out matched on the written records of the force. and in the memory of any officer. Fifteen years ago Englishmen of Kipling's gentleman ranker' type made up fully half of the force and the other half composed of wild Irshmen with all their countrys love of fight. old plainsmen and Indian fighters, the silent steadyeyed, hardriding men who gather on the frontier where the savage falls
 away before the ragged vanguard of civilization. And they have done their work so well that they are fast driving away their excuse for be- ing The present northwest is what 1t in 1874 than busy Winnipeg of to-day is the old Fort Garry to which the first troop of the mounted" came 40 years ago. They have made western Canada what 1t is out of the lawless ter ritory"-an almost preposterous undertaking one-quarter of the number of policemen in New York to govern a country 250,00O square miles larger than the United States!
 In short the mounted police have brought British law into western Canada, and firmly es- tablished it. The homesteader go into any of the provinces and take out his claim, secure in the assurance that he can work his land undls- turbed and harvest his crop uniniured. The home steader is doing it by thousands, and the Last West is vanishing The fronter-the last from tier of America-is being prosaically plowed by the practical in blue overalls. who doesn't carry hunting knife, except to cut off his chew of Granger Twist.
 The Indian has been reduced to his lowest terms When men of the United States
 building the Union Pacific across the plains, they were obliged to employ Uncle Sans troops to guard the builders. If the ghosts of the dead who died violently in that first fveyears' fight for the west were to line up along the right of way there would be almost enough of them to mark the miles.
 On 3Omile ride from the North Saskatche- wan last fall met dozens of teams driven almost wholly by Indians and half breeds. They were hauling the long logs that were to be driven twenty to thirty feet into the sands of the Sas-
 katchewan to carry the false work of the Grand Trunk Pacifc's steel bridge.
 What a contrast! Instead of hindering, as was once the case the northern Indians are helping to build the railroad In the construction Of the new government transcontinental line. the h. dians are employed wherever they can be used, for the road Is being rushed with all possible speed consistent with good work The Indians are useful, also, to the pathfnders as guides; they know the forests of new Canada they know
 the mountain fastnesses of the Peace river. and
 they know all the crooks and canyons Of the Coast Range In short, the red man of to-day IS
 the trusted guide and faithful servant of the path
 finder He hunts for the white man still, but quite differently from the way he used to hunt for the
 pioneers of old.
 Thanks to the Royal Northwest Mounted Po
 lice civilizations house is in order. To-day the
 be long before the mounted will be