ow many thousand
miles on the line North to South we could not compute, we began to get
a glimmer of the immensity and potentiality of the land we had just
entered.

There is nothing like a concrete demonstration to convince the mind,
and I recognize it was that heroic breakfast undertaken while I
contemplated the heroic land from whence it had come that brought home
to me with a sense almost of shock an appreciation of Canada's
greatness.

By the time I had arrived at Halifax, and had a Canadian National
Railway lunch (for we remained on the train for the whole of our stay
in the city) I knew I was to face immensities.

CHAPTER IV

HALIFAX, NOVA SCOTIA

I

The first citizen of Halifax to recognize the Prince of Wales was a
little boy: and it was worth a cool twenty cents to him.

The official entry of His Royal Highness into Halifax was fixed for
Monday, August 18th. The _Dragon_ and _Dauntless_, however, arrived on
Sunday, and the Prince saw in the free day an opportunity for getting
in a few hours' walking.

He landed quietly, and with his camera spent some time walking through
and snapping the interesting spots in the city. He climbed the hill to
where the massive and slightly melodramatic citadel that his own
ancestor, the Duke of Kent, had built on the hill dominates the city,
and continued from there his walk through the tree-fringed streets.

At the very toe of the long peninsula upon which Halifax is built he
walked through Point Pleasant, a park of great, and untrammelled,
natural beauty, thicketed with trees through which he could catch many
vivid and beautiful glimpses of the intensely blue harbour water
beneath the slope.

It was in this park that the young punter pulled off his coup.

He was one of a number of kiddies occupied in the national sport of
Halifax--bathing. He and his friends spotted the Prince and his party
before that party saw them. Being a person of acumen the wise kid
immediately "placed" His Royal Highness, and saw the opportunity for
financial operations.

"Betcher ten cents that's the Prince of Wales," he said, accommodating
the whole group, whereupon the inevitable sceptic retorted:

"Naw, that ain't no Prince. Anyhow he doesn't come till tomorrow, see."

"Is the Prince, I tell you," insisted the plunger. "And see here,
betcher another ten cents I goes and asks him."

The second as well as the first bet was taken. And both were won.

This is not the o