It was winter in the great coniferous forest which rolls about the rocky hills and shrouds the lonely valleys of British Columbia. A bitter frost had dried the snow to powder and bound the frothing rivers; it had laid its icy grip upon the waters suddenly, and the sound of their turmoil died away in the depths of the rock-walled ca?ons, until the rugged land lay wrapped in silence under a sky of intense, pitiless blueness that seemed frozen too. Man...