icum.

At each of these towns he had a characteristic welcome, and at some
gained an insight into local industries, such as lumbering and the
clearing of land for farming. On the return journey he mounted the
engine cab and came most of the way home in this fashion.

The country in the Island is serene and attractive, extremely like
England, being reminiscent of the rolling wooded towns in Surrey,
though the Englishman misses the hedges. The many sea inlets add
beauty to the scenery, and there are delightful rides along roads that
alternately run along the water's edge, or hang above these fjords on
high cliff ledges.

In one of our inland drives we were taken to an extraordinary and
beautiful garden. It is a serene place, laid out with exquisite skill.
In one part of it an old quarry has been turned into a sunken garden.
Here with straight cliffs all round there nests a wilderness of
flowers. Small, artificial crags have been reared amid the rockeries
and the flowers, and by small, artificial paths one can climb them. A
stream cascades down the cliff, and flows like a beautiful toy-thing
through the dainty artificial scenery.

In another part of the grounds is a Japanese garden, with tiny pools
and moon bridges and bamboo arbours--and flowers and flowers and
flowers. And not only does the maker of this enchanted spot throw it
open to the public, but he has built for visitors a delightful chalet
where they can take tea. This chalet is a big, comely hall, with easy
chairs and gate tables. It is provided with all the American
magazines. In a tiny outbuilding is a scullery with cups and saucers
and plates and teapots--all for visitors.

The visitors take their own food, and use these articles. The Chinese
cook at the house near by provides boiling water, and all the owner
asks is that those who use his crockery shall wash it up at the sink
provided, and with the dish-cloths provided, and leave it in readiness
for the next comer.

That generosity is the final and completing touch to the charm of that
exquisite place, which is a veritable "Garden of Allah" amid the
beauties of Canadian scenery.

Another drive was over the Malahat Pass, through superb country, to a
big lumber camp on Shawnigan Lake. Here we saw the whole of the
operations of lumbering from the point where a logger notches a likely
tree for cutting to the final moment when Chinese workmen feed the
great trunks to the steam saw that hews the