Their
greeting was practically one, for though the train made two stops, and
there were two sets of functions, there are only a few minutes'
train-time between them, and the greetings seemed of a continuous whole.

Port Arthur had the Prince first for a score of minutes, in which
crowds about the station showed their welcome in the Canadian way. It
was here we first came in touch with the "Mounties," the fine men of
the Royal North-West Mounted Police, whose scarlet coats, jaunty
stetsons, blue breeches and high tan boots set off the carriage of an
excellently set-up body of men. They acted as escort while the Prince
drove into the town to a charming collegiate garden, where the Mayor
tried to welcome him formally.

Tried is the only word. How could Prince or Mayor be formal when both
stood in the heart of a crowd so close together that when the Mayor
read his address the document rested on the Prince's chest, while at
the Prince's elbows crowded little boys and other distinguished
citizens? Formal or not, it was very human and very pleasant.

Returning through the town, something went wrong with the procession.
Many of the automobiles forcing their way through the crowd to the
train--which stood beside the street--found there was no Prince. We
stood about asking what was happening and where it was happening.
After ten minutes of this an automobile driver strolled over from a car
and asked "what was doing now?"

We consulted the programs and told him that the Prince was launching a
ship.

"He is, is he?" said the driver without passion. "Well, I've got
members of the shipbuilding company and half the reception committee in
my car."

In spite of that, the Prince launched a fine boat, that took the water
broadside in the lake manner, before going on to Fort William.

Fort William had an immense crowd upon the green before the station, on
the station, and even on the station buildings. Part of the crowd was
made up of children, each one of them a representative of the
nationalities that came from the Old World to find a new life and a new
home in Canada. Each of them was dressed in his or her national
costume, making an interesting picture.

There were twenty-four children, each of a different race, and the
races ranged from France to Slovenia, from Persia to China and Syria.
There were negroes and Siamese and Czecho-Slovaks in this remarkable
collection of elements from whose fusion Canada of today is