In the waiting room of Calgary airport one 18° morning last week, a stocky, greying man staggered cheerfully under the weight of a pile of enormous, fleece-lined coats. To arriving friends the man said: "Here, you better take this. It might be cold up there." It was. The gathering party's destination, Fort St. John, B.C., lay smothered under snowdrifts 8 ft. high. But to Francis Murray Patrick McMahon, temporary coat-dispenser and full-time oil-and-gas tycoon, a town buried under snow was no problem. Calling for "all the tractors from Dawson creek to the Alaska...
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