"As I look back from the plain near Radnor the sun is all gone, buried in the atmosphere con- densing against the mist. In the mist themselves there was condensation in clearness of above the high parts landing charm and mystery to the high peaks. They melted into the glory of the heavens and God, but that fog came there was revealed here as the yellow spots in the rolling and slowly rising mists. And now I am seeing the crusted grassed plains, the evidence of aridity and poor looting lands. Along the small stream courses are some small crops! Truly here about no one would dream of the majesty immediately to the south hidden in the distant mist. Ah yes, East of Calgary the country is as level as a table. Light snow everywhere. The glare is hard to stand. Calgary is of about 42 years old, and now a town of 75,000 people. The great building in the Pal- ace Hotel of the C.P.R. — the upfield face this county. All the afternoon we see only the flat plains and the grain fields with here and there bunches of