e in handy for some one. I don't know of any
other machine that you can run in a snowstorm or that would be any good
up here in the wilderness when the bad weather comes on. They're not
going to pay us much for risking our necks, but I'm in favor of making a
contract, just to see if some one doesn't come along who'll understand
it."

"Then," suggested Roy with a smile, "I suppose all that'll be left for us
to do will be to sell it and go to work on another one."

"Oh, I don't know," answered young Grant slowly, "there aren't many
aviators 'round here!"

"What do you mean?"

"We might get a job running it."

The other boy's eyes sparkled. "That settles it," he announced. "Let's
sign up and do the best we can."

Calgary is to-day the little Chicago of the great Northwest. In the heart
of it one may find the last of the old-time frontier life, while around
and over this is all that makes a modern city. At this time the civic
pride of the city had prompted its citizens to prepare an exhibit typical
of that part of the country which, throughout Canada and the States, was
also described in placards and vivid pictures as the "Stampede."

The main reason for this was that in the pushing westward of the
refinements of civilization it was perhaps the last thing of its kind
that could be celebrated on such a scale on this continent. The modern
Provincial Fairground, lying well within the city limits of Calgary, was
selected as the site of the performance. Here, when the "Stampede"
finally took place, thousands of people made their way from the Western
States and northwestern Canada. There were among them many theatrical
producers, moving picture operators, and others especially interested in
such a unique exhibit, from the far East. All could foresee possibilities
that might never again be presented.

It would bring together the last of the plainsmen, scouts, trappers, and
many others who had been engaged in the conquest of the wilderness. This
meant a strange mixture of the men who had made possible the romance of
both western America and the wide Canadian Northwest. There were to be
full-blood Indians, half-breeds, and that curious mixture of foreigners
who had made their way through the fur-bearing North by way of frozen
Hudson's Bay. The men would be there who had traveled through pathless
woods, who had found and named rivers and who had scaled unknown mountain
peaks--many of them in the leather coats and moccasins o