H-E-L-P

To the north-country adventurer of Bob Service days, help when he needed it came at dogsled pace if at all. Nowadays there is new hope in the north. Recently, scudding high over the bleak Canadian wastes near White Horse, Pilot Sheldon Loucke's eye was caught by an unusual tangle of tracks in the snow near an isolated cabin. Circling down, he saw that they spelled out HELP. Pilot Loucke picked a spot, brought his ski-shod airplane down near the cabin. The anxious wife of a trapper laid low by blood poisoning had tramped out the words. A few hours later the trapper was in the hospital at White Horse, last week was reported recovering.

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