MY DEAR WANDERER:
I write your name on this page that you may know we hold you not less in ourthoughts because you have heard and answered again the call of the frozenNorth, have for the time disappeared, swallowed in some of its untrodden wilds.As in those old days of 59 Below On Bonanza, the long Winter night will be ofinterminable length. Armed with this note of introduction then, Bucky O’Connoroffers himself, with the best bow of one Adventurer to another, as a companionto while away some few of those lonely hours.
March, 1910, Denver.
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