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P.O. BOX 1159

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Prince Rupert

GR FUND CAT AINE ee

They were wedded to their calling
Like the doctor and the priest,
And they loved the goad of famine
And the glory of the feast.

And the stalwart sons of Adam
Ever worshipped at their shrine,
Like the glorious Jack Graham,
And that peerless

We'll meet those good old timers
With the firm and friendly hand—
From that mapless, voiceless region,
From that silent lonesome land:

Jataline.

Through the dark and dangerous canyons
Where the waters rush and roar,

They rode her through in safety

With the paddle and the oar.

In the building of this empire,

For their wrongs they did atone;

For the northland was their kingdom,
And the saddle was their throne.

In the days of youth and glory,

Where they drank their Hudson’s Bay,
And the strong winds of the wilderness
and the grass. Washed all their sins away.
In the —hieftain’s wigwam

The pipe of peace they smoked;

And they traded and they trafficked,
And in tribal tongue they spoke:

the Flathead Reservation,

s the boundary line,
trail they used to travel,
Cataline,

They are gone, but not forgotten;
For ‘tis they who blazed the way,
From the silvery Colorado

To the frozen Hudson Bay.

And they'll tell us of that country,

That country strange and new,

When the trails they were unknown,

And there were only just a few.

Just a few that knew the wilderness,
he women and the wine,

Like that glorious Jack Graham

And that peerless Cataline.

There'll be Burns and Mulvaney,

And Barrett of the Diamond MID.

That proud and prosperous timothy king,
That’s north of fifty-three.

Where the Stars and Str pes ere waving
And the British lion roa f,

From the sunny South Sea islands

To the Yukon’s icy shores,

And the warriors bade them welcome,
And the dusky maidens fair

Smiled the sweetest on their coming
With the ribbons in their hair.

Where their horses to range,
Out upon the lonesc eaches, And seductive were those maidens,
And across the c grim They were wove on nature’s loom,
There are bridges o’er the rivers They dearly loved br’ght colours
Where their horses used to swim. Strongly scented with perfume.

Where our laws for men are equal:
What we have we hold

For our daughters proud and virtuous
And our sons so brave and bold,

Bickle buys the cattie

And ships them on the trains,
From his home of magic splendour
In the far-famed Grassy Plains;

Like a rope it’s frayed and shattered Now be partial in your judgment,
And it’s never used no more For their conscience was their own;
In that land of trade and traffic, For the sin of wine and women,
We hear the sullen roar It is bred within the bone.

Where the boundless wealth is waiting
In the forest and the mines,
And the men that blazed the pathway
Were Graham and Cataline.

Of the train it rolls in splendour
O’er the Trunk Pacific lines,
O’er the trails they used to travel,
Graham and Cataline.

Where the totem poles were mile posts,
And the Indian Rancherec

And Dick Sargent, the merchant,
The Napoleon of them all—
When Gabriel blows his trumpet,
He will answer for us all.

It was never for the weakling,
Nor for the imbecile;

For to brave the lonesome reaches
Is to win the woman’s smile.

Now in Hazelton they're sleeping,
Those old timers side by side;

And they're throwin’ diamond hitches
Far across the Great Divide.

And we'll toast the good old trailers

It was the privilege of the strong man u C
In whisky, gin and wine;

At the pearly gates of glory
For to win the woman fair,

Was the source of trade and commerce
That was north of fifty-three,

Northward, ever northward,
Over mountain peak and plain,
In the sacrament of solitude,
Their souls they were ordained.

Like the great and glorious Samson,
When the strength was in his hair,

And the velvet-lipped Delilah,

She who proved his woe and grief,
Like the klootches of the northland,
She was weak like Mother Eve.

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In that golden city street,
Where we're told by priest and parson
Thet our friends we're going to meet.

Then we'll meet them from the forest,
From the farms and from the mines,
And from the land of diamond hitches
We'll meet Graham and Cataline.

Here’s to the gloriou:
And that peeriess Ca

Dedicated to Charlie Barrett of the Bulkley

ck Graham

aline.

—Mike Tuohy.

Valley

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