“ PEACE RIVER JOE ”
By John Pease Babcock.

1905 at his log cabin door on the bank of

Clear River, in the Cariboo country of
British Columbia. He was then a short,
straight, spare, bronzed, good—looking man
with large blue eyes, a typical Canadian
trapper of twenty-four or twenty—five years
of age. He gave us a warm welcome, with a
pleasant smile and a firm grip of the hand,
and assisted in removing the packs and sad-
dles from the horses, which were then hob-
bled, belled and turned loose.

“You have come just in time for supper,”
he said, as we entered the cabin. “I have
Been expecting you for the last hour or two.
The trail over the burned flat since the big
blow of two weeks ago must be slow. I
should have gone up and cut it out. It’s not
easy at any time.”

The cabin we entered consisted of one

room of some twenty by twelve feet, and
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I FIRST met Peace River Joe in the fall of