![]() ![]() My mother found the circle that was Calgary and carefully compared it with the circles of Massachusetts. A couple of thin blue rivers, a couple of crooked lakes, and the map maker was through. In Alberta there was none of this reassuring confusion. It was so crowded with these proofs of civilization that there was no room for the names, which were stuck out in the Atlantic Ocean. Our part of the country, which was Boston, was covered with winding black lines meaning roads, and barbed-wire lines meaning railroads, and circles of all sizes meaning cities and towns. We looked it up on a map of North America, and Alberta seemed awfully empty. My mother had had her doubts about letting me go into such a wilderness. Up till 1905 Alberta had been part of the Great Northwest Territory, and it gave me a real thrill to go to a place that had been officially civilized for only two years. It was because of my pleurisy I was being sent to Uncle John, who lived in Calgary, Alberta. She and her husband will travel by dog sled to his post in the Peace River country, but the grand adventure of Katherine Mary O’Fallon Flannigan’s life begins in what her uncle calls the “mighty big” city of Calgary. In 1907, a sixteen-year-old girl from Boston meets and marries a Canadian Mountie on her uncle’s ranch in the Alberta foothills. ![]()
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