o guide the Prince's
steps, and the Prince, immediately entering into the spirit of the
ceremony, joined with him in shuffling and bowing to and fro across the
platform. Only after the congratulations from fellow-Mohawks and
palefaces, did he leave the dais to fight--there is no other word--his
way through the dense and cheerful mass that packed the square almost
to danger-point.

It was a splendid crowd, good-humoured and ardent. It had cheered
every moment, though, perhaps, it had cheered more strongly at one
moment. This was when an old Indian woman ran up to the Prince,
crying: "I met your father and your grandfather, and I'm British too."
At her words the Prince had taken the rose from his buttonhole and had
presented it to her. And that delighted the crowd.

III

The fine weather of Monday gave way to pitiless rain on the morning of
Tuesday, October 21st. All the same, the rain did not prevent the
reception at Guelph from being warm and intensely interesting.

Guelph is one of the many comely and thriving towns of West Ontario,
but its chiefest feature is its great Agricultural College that trains
the scientific farmer, not of Ontario and Canada alone, but for many
countries in the Western World. This college gave the Prince a
captivating welcome.

It has men students, but it has many attractive and bonny girl
students, also, and these helped to distinguish the day, that is, with
a little help from the "movie" men.

The "movie" men who travelled with the train had captured the spectacle
of the Prince's arrival at the station, and had driven off to the
college to be in readiness to "shoot" when His Royal Highness arrived.
They had ten minutes to wait. Not merely that, they had ten minutes to
wait in the company of a bunch of the prettiest and liveliest girl
students in West Ontario. "Movie" men are not of the hesitant class.
Somewhere in the first seventy-five seconds they became old friends of
the students who were filling the college windows with so much
attraction. In one minute and forty-five seconds they had the girls in
training for the Prince's arrival. They had hummed over the melody of
what they declared was the Prince's favourite opera selection; a girl
at a piano had picked up the tune, while the others practised harder
than diva ever did.

When the Prince arrived the training proved worth while. He was
saluted from a hundred laughing heads at a score of windows with the
song that