in California today. Brimstone Bill, the bullwhacker in
charge of Babe, the Big Blue Ox, met with an accident that would have
been fatal but for the prompt action of Paul Bunyan. The section skidded
on a bad turn and buried Brimstone against the mountain side. Mr. Bunyan
hitched Babe to the mountain and pulled it away, releasing Brimstone who
is recovering in the Westwood Hospital.]

The foregoing statement, previously published, has caused some
controversy. Mr. T. S. Sowell of Miami, Florida wrote to us citing the
townships in his State that have sections numbered 37 to 40. He said
that the government survey had been complicated by the old Spanish land
grants. We put the matter up to Paul Bunyan and from his camp near
Westwood came this reply:

Red River Advertising Department.

Dear Sir: Yes sir, I remember those sections and a lot of
bother they made me too. One winter when I was starting the
White Pine business and snaking sections down to the Atlantic
Ocean, a man from Florida came along and ordered a bunch of
sections delivered down to his place. He wanted to see if he
could grow the same kind of White Pine down there. I yarded out
a nice bunch of sections and next summer when my drive was in
and I wasn't busy I took a crew of Canada Boys and Mainites and
poled them down the coast. When I come to collect they said
this man was gone looking for a Fountain of Youth or some fool
thing.

I don't know what luck he had with his White Pine ranch. I
never seen them again. I had a lot of other things to tend to
and clean forgot it till you sent me Mr. Sowell's letter. Maybe
that man was a Spaniard I don't know.

Yours respectively,

P. BUNYAN.

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FROM 1917 to 1920 Paul Bunyan was busy toting the supplies and building
camps for a bunch of husky young fellow-Americans who had a contract on
the other side of the Atlantic, showing a certain prominent European
(who is now logging in Holland) how they log in the United States.

After his service overseas with the A. E. F., Paul couldn't get back to
the States quick enough. Airplanes were too slow so Paul embarked in his
Bark Canoe, the one he used on the Big Onion the year he drove logs
upstream. When he threw the old paddle into high he sure rambled and