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LAND of the GOLDEN TWILIGHT

NE HUNDRED YEARS ago the covered wagons started
() their Westward trek into the Great Unknown. First it
was to the Indian country beyond the fringe of New England’s
settlement; then the plains where the buffalo roamed that lured the
strong and adventurous. Westward,-ever Westward, pushed the
advance guard of civilization until the snow-crested mountains, like
silent giant sentinels, challenged further progress.

‘Through the tortuous defiles and dangerous passes of the Rockies
pushed the pathfinders—and Old Oregon, the Land of Promise,
stretched before them from the foot-hills to the sea. Followed the
marking-out of the Oregon Trail, and soon the lumbering caravans
with their daring outriders were deep-rutting a pathway across the
continent. “hen came the romantic “ days of old, the days of gold,
the days of Forty-nine,” and a new State on the Pacific became a
factor in the Union.

And to the Northward of the imaginary line which international
treaty marked as the boundary between two nations, the gay and
gallant voyageurs of the Hudson’s Bay Company traced new path-
ways for Great Britain through the turbulent waterways of New
Caledonia.

Upon the courage, the adventurous spirit, and enterprise of these
early pioneers of the West has been constructed the prosperity of the
Pacific Slope. ‘To-day mighty cities stand where formerly sprawled
the villages of untamed savages; the Indian trails and the pathways
of the pioneers have become modern highways, and the primeval
forests, while retaining much of their sylvan charm, have been largely
robbed of their mastery and atmosphere of mystic adventure. The
Land of Promise of the trail-blazers to Old Oregon has become the
Place of Fulfilment—of dreams come true and destiny assured. The
wild grandeur of primitive Nature has been softened and mellowed
by man’s handicraft, and the picturesque crudeness of pioneer habita-
tions has been replaced by the cultured beauties of architecture. The
Old West has passed to the realm of Romantic History.

The slow-moving horse-drawn caravan of a century ago has
vanished from the North-west—but there is still adventure, romance,
and the wild, unspoiled charm of Nature beckoning to those of the
Covered Wagon of to-day. Those who care to direct the harnessed
horses of automotive energy to the Northward may follow in comfort
the Pathways of Promise into the Land of the Golden Twilight on
the road that is reaching toward the Land of the Midnight Sun.

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