Adventurers Club ep24 The Fawn

is clubbed bid you welcome as you know every one of its members is a man of action and courage all have colorful pasts but in each man's life there is an adventure that stands out of all others the members are already gathered but their chairman is late most unusual thing to happen ah there he comes now and with him is a bronze finely sinewed man of military

carriage. Well Mr. Chairman you're late. What's the idea there? Gentlemen I apologize but better late than never. Boys I want you to meet our newest member Sergeant Bruce Farnsworth the Royal Northwest Mounted Police. Gentlemen I'm honored to meet this gathering of intrepid explorers and adventures but I'm wondering if I can qualify for membership here.

Oh, yes, you can't find Swarth. That's why I brought you here. It's kind of you to say so. I understand that it is my task to relate some thrilling adventure that happened to me. That's correct. That ought not to be difficult for you, Sergeant.

As a member of the Royal Northwest mounted police. A Sergeant no longer, gentlemen. I have retired. Well... But there was one incident in my activities in northern Canada that stands out in my memory and will till my dying day.

It may sound trivial. We'll be the judge of that. Let's say of the I. Very well. There's a tradition that the Mountie always gets his man. I guess that's true. We were stationed in a bleak desolate village in the northern part of Saskatchewan.

As you well know, the winters up there are bitter cold. The mercury often dropping to 20 and even 40 degrees below zero. Add to this a vast territory of trackless forest and desolate waste swept by blinding blizzards and raging winds, and you'll get a faint idea of the obstacles the Mounties have to overcome