Yale, where the highway to Golden Cariboo begins.

_ The lure, the romance, and the mystic charm of pioneer days are
still to be found in Central British Columbia, where settlement
battles with the primitive forces of Nature on the fringe of the Great

Silent Places, where fur-traders and nomadic bands of Indians roam ~

as they did in Old Oregon in the days when the Republic was young
and the Dominion was unconceived. From these Northern settle-
ments the hardy prospector vanishes into the wilds to seek the
treasures of the hills; the fur-trapper leaves his log cabin beside a
stream and traces the trails of wild animals to set out his traps in
order that the whims and fancies of fair ladies in sheltered homes
may be gratified with costly robes; and the big-game hunter follows

his guide in search of moose, caribou, elk, and the nimble sheep and

mountain-goat, or to battle with the lordly grizzly in his forest
fastness. |

The Land of the Golden Twilight is calling. Here where the
setting sun gives benediction in the evening sky with crimson and
gold, silver and royal purple; and the dawn salutes the new day
with sparkling dew like the nectar of the gods, invigorating the body
and stimulating the mind, is an appeal to those who love Nature.
Here, too, is an appeal for those who appreciate actual contact with
pioneering conditions that are inscribing a new page on the history-

book of the Western World.

Men of vision, men of faith and of courage are visualizing the
future and are planning the mightiest highway project that the world
has ever known. It is magnificent in its conception and stupendous
in its national and international scope. It is the construction of a
Pathway of Peace from the end of the road in the Land of the Golden

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