"Search me. The moose and the deer and the timber wolves, I guess,"
Bill grinned. "The chances are the paper won't last long, with winds
and rains. But it doesn't matter. It's simply a form prescribed by
the Land Act of British Columbia, and, so long as I go through the
legal motions, that lets me out. Matter of form, you know."
"Then what else do you have to do?"
"Nothing but furnish the money when the land department gets around to
accept my application," he said. "I can get an agent to attend to all
the details. Oh, I have to furnish a description of the land by
natural boundaries, to give them an idea of about where it's situated.
Well, let's take a look at our estate from another corner."
This, roughly ascertained by sighting a line with the compass and
stepping off eight hundred and eighty yards, brought them up on a knoll
that commanded the small basin of which the clearing was practically in
the center.
"Aha;" Bill exclaimed. "Look at our ranch, would you; our widespread
acres basking in the sun. A quarter section is quite a chunk. Do you
know I never thought much about it before, but there's a piece of the
finest land that lies outdoors.
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