"We've some of us prospered, and some of us failed. But we all of us heave a sigh When we think of the times that we used to have In those happy days gone by. When we used to whistle, and work, and sing, Make love, drink, gamble, and have our fling; Caring little for what the morrow might bring-- In those good old days gone by." With the outlines of its shadowy white walls and dark roof silhouetted in sharp relief against a glorious full moon, the big main building of the old Mounted Police Post of L Division stood forth--like a lone monument to the majesty of British Law. A turfed "square," framed within a border of whitewashed stones, lay at its front like a black carpet. Clustered about …
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