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a half in
Washington and Oregon.
Or referring to the mineral lands, I mention two thousand acres of coal.
I might have told another story of fifty thousand acres, or yet another of
three hundred thousand acres of gold and silver lands. When I narrate
the shooting of a man at the head of a coal shaft, the stealing of
Government timber by the half million dollars a year through "the
hatchet" trick, or the theft of two thousand acres by "dummies," I am
stating facts known to every Westerner out on the spot.
In which States have these episodes occurred? Take an imaginary point

anywhere in Central Utah. Describe a circle round that point to include
the timber and grazing sections of all the Rocky Mountain States from
Northern Arizona to Montana and Washington. The episodes related
here could be true of any State inside that circle except (in part) one.
Such forces are at work in all the Mountain States except (in part) one.
That one exception is Utah. Utah has had and is having tribulations of
her own in the working out of self-government; but, for reasons that
need not be given here, she has kept comparatively free of recent range
wars and timber steals.
This story was suggested to me by a Land Office man--one of the men
on the firing line--who has stood the brunt of the fight against the
freebooters for twenty years and wrested many a victory. I may state
that he is still in the Service and will, I hope, remain in it for many a
year; but these episodes are hinged round the Ranger, rather than the
Land Office or Reclamation men, because, though the latter are
fighting the same splendid fight, their work is of its very nature
transitory--dealing with the beginning of things; while the Ranger is the
man out on the job who remains on the firing line; unless--as my Land
Office friend suggested--unless "he gets fired." As to the hardships
suffered by the fighters, to quote one of them, "You bet: only more so."
Just as this volume goes to press, comes word of fires in Washington,
Oregon, Idaho and Montana, destroying dozens of villages, hundreds of
lives and millions of dollars worth of property in the National Forests;
and it is added--"the fires are incendiary." Why this incendiarism? The
story narrated here endeavors to answer that question.
The international incidents thinly disguised are equally founded on fact
and will be recognized by the dear but fast dwindling fraternity of good
old-timers. The mother of the boy still lives her steadfast beautiful
creed on the Upper Missouri; and the old frontiersman still lives on the
Saskatchewan, one of the most picturesque and heroic figures in the
West to-day. I may say that both missionaries support their schools as
incidentally revealed here, without Government aid through their own
efforts. Also, it was the stalwart man from Saskatchewan who was sent
searching the heirs to the estate of an embittered Jacobite of 1745; and

those heirs refused to accept either the wealth or the position for the
very reasons set forth here. Calamity's story, too, is true--tragically true,
though this is not all, not a fraction of her life story; but her name was
not Calamity.


PART I
THE MAN ON THE JOB

FREEBOOTERS OF THE WILDERNESS
CHAPTER I
TO STRADDLE OR FIGHT
"Well," she asked, "are you going to straddle or fight?"
How like a woman, how like a child, how typical of the outsider's
shallow view of any struggle! As if all one had to do--was stand up and
fight! Mere fighting--that was easy; but to fight to the last ditch only to
find yourself beaten! That gave a fellow pause about bucking the
challenge of everyday life.
Wayland punched both fists in the jacket pockets of his sage-green
Service suit, and kicked a log back to the camp fire that smouldered in
front of his cabin. If she had been his wife he would have explained
what a fool-thing it was to argue that all a man had to do was fight. Or
if she had belonged to the general class--women--he could have met her
with the condescending silence of the general class--man; but for him,
she had never belonged to any general class.
She savored of his own Eastern World, he knew that, though he had
met her in this Western Back of Beyond half way between sky and

earth on the Holy Cross Mountain. Wayland could never quite analyze
his own feelings. Her presence had piqued his interest from the first.
When we can measure a character, we can forfend against
surprises--discount virtues, exaggerate faults, strike a balance to our
own ego; but when what you know is only a faint margin of what