A Hut in the Bear Hills
By Harold Baldwin, Swift Current, Saskatchewan
‘Whenever Saskatchewan dons her autumn robes; when the potatoes are dug and the corn stalks in the garden turn a russet colour; when a thought of fire in the open grate is a delight; when the first echelons of wild geese thrust southward; it is time to reminisce.
Always my thoughts got back almost forty years ago to my twelve-by-fourteen leanto shack, a minute brown dot on the rolls of prairie known as the Bear Hills. They were hills then, too, absolutely unsullied by cultivation.’
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