ent mass of fire, the work of
the easily controlled gas that does the work with a tithe of the labour
and at a mere fraction of the cost necessitated by ordinary baking
kilns.

Maple Creek and Swift Current were stepping-off places, with all their
populations packed in the square about the station to give the Prince a
hearty greeting. At Maple Creek the pretty daughters of the township
were very much in evidence, and held His Royal Highness up with
autograph albums.

Moose Jaw, one of the few towns where a quaint name is traceable, for
it is the creek where the white man mended the cart with a moose
jaw-bone, which the Prince reached on the morning of October 4th, is a
bigger town and proud of its position as a grain, food and machinery
distributing centre for Southern Saskatchewan. In its station
courtyard it had built up an admirable exhibit of its vegetables and
fruit, its sides of bacon, its grain in ear, its porridge oats in
packets, and its butter and cream in drums and churns; while chiefest
of all it showed ramparts of some of the two million sacks of flour it
handles annually. The whole of the exhibit was set in a moat of grain
and potatoes.

The Prince went to the University Grounds, where a mighty crowd
attended the welcoming ceremony, and where a wild and timeless
waltz-quadrille of motors which straggled all-whither over the grounds,
marked the attempts of people to locate and follow him when he drove
away to the hospital and a big packing factory. At the packing plant
he saw the whole process of handling meat, from the moment when cowboys
in chaps drove the herd to the pens to the final jointing of the steer.

From Moose Jaw he went to Regina, which he reached that afternoon.
Regina is the capital of Saskatchewan, but an accidental capital.
Somewhere about 1880 it was decided to start itself in quite another
place. Qu'Appelle, where there was a Hudson Bay Fort and the country
was attractive, was the site chosen. And Qu'Appelle opened its mouth
too wide--or, anyhow so the version of the story I was told goes. The
land-owners there asked an outside number of million dollars, and the
townplanners went to Pile o' Bones instead.

Pile o' Bones was a point near Wascana Lake where there had been a big
slaughter of buffaloes. It was a point of no importance, but Canadians
don't mind that sort of thing. When they make up their minds to build
a city, a city arises. Regina arose, broad and bustling, a