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coming years, by reliable and distinguished service, worked his way up
to the Assistant-Commissionership. Before his retirement he received the
decoration of the Imperial Service Order in recognition of the
contribution he had made to the welfare of the country. Surgeon Pare,
Inspector Camies and Inspector A. M. Jarvis, who had won his C.M.G. in
the South African War, also retired to pension, as did a number of
well-known non-commissioned officers and men, Flintoff, McClelland,
Haslett, Nicholson, Butler, Smith, Thompson, Aylesworth and Carter. On
the other hand, several non-commissioned officers moved up to the
Inspectorship rank; Shoebotham, Telford and Newson, who had done good
service on the plains and the Northland; and Beyts, Field and French,
whose remarkable patrols on the Hudson's Bay, Athabasca and Mackenzie
River areas had attracted wide attention. In that period, also, a
detachment consisting of seven officers and seventy-five
non-commissioned officers and men, selected from all the divisions of
the Force, including the Hudson's Bay and Yukon areas, went over to the
King's Coronation. Commissioner Perry accompanied them, and was given a
very prominent place in connection with the Coronation ceremonies. The
whole contingent formed a special guard of honour on different
occasions, and won high appreciation for their splendid bearing and
gentlemanly character. For this highly creditable bearing and reputation
which reflected honour on Canada they were specially thanked in London
by Sir Wilfrid Laurier, who took great pride in the corps all through
his public life.

And all the time, at the far-flung outposts of the King's Empire, the
Mounted Police at home in Canada were keeping the British peace and
looking after the administration of British law where the banner of
Britain flew. That versatile officer, Superintendent Deane, then in
command at Calgary, tells us of a peculiar case which arose out of the
disappearance of an eccentric old-time rancher, named Tucker Peach. He
had been known for years as "Old Tucker," and it is said that only the
postmaster at Gladys, where he got his mail, and an implement agent and
rancher, named Jack Fisk, knew the Peach part of it. But Peach had a big
roll of money, which had been seen by one or two when he was making
purchases, and this old recluse kept it about the shack he occupied, as
in his eccentricity he had no use for banks. No kith or kin had he in
the country, and