h cream, or cooked as "Deep Blueberry Pie"), he has not
justified his journey to the Dominion. Hint that it is merely the
English bilberry or blaeberry, or whortleberry and--but no one dares
hint that. The blueberry is in season. One eats it with cream, and it
is worth eating.

You may follow with what the Canadian calls "oats," but which you call
porridge, or, being wiser since the dinner at St. John, you go straight
on to halibut steak, or Gaspe salmon, or trout, or Jack Frost sausages,
or just bacon and eggs. There is a range that would have pleased you
in an hotel, but which fills you with wonder on a train.

And not merely the range, but the prodigality of the portions,
surprises. Your halibut or salmon or trout is not a strip that seems
like a sample, it is a solid slice of exquisitely cooked fish that
looks dangerously near a full pound, and all the portions are on the
same scale, so that you soon come to recognize that, unless you ration
yourself severely, you cannot possibly hope to survive against this
Dominion of Food.

When we sat down to that breakfast in the Canadian National diner I
think we realized more emphatically than we had through the whole
course of our reading how prodigal and rich a land Canada was. As we
sat at our meal we could watch from the windows the unfolding of the
streams and the innumerable lovely lakes, that expand suddenly out of
the spruce forests that clad the rocky hills and the sharp valleys of
Nova Scotia.

We could see the homestead clearings, the rich land already under
service and the cattle thereon. It was from those numberless pebbly
rivers and lakes that this abundance in fish came; in the forests was
game, caribou and moose and winged game. From the cleared land came
the wheat and the other growing things that crowd the Canadian table,
and the herds represented the meat, and the unstinted supply of cream
and milk and butter. Even the half-cleared land, where tree stumps and
bushes still held sway, there was the blueberry, growing with the
joyous luxuriance of a useful weed.

To glance out of the window was to realize more than this, it was to
realize that in spite of all this luxuriance the land was yet barely
scratched. The homesteads are even now but isolated outposts in the
undisciplined wilderness, and when we realized that this was but a
section, and a small section at that, of a Dominion stretching
thousands of miles between us and the Pacific, and h