m in the modern manner, we were drawn into the charmed
circle of comradeship and keenness that made up the essential spirit of
that fine ship's company.

The "damned reporters," on a trip in which even the weather was
companionable, were given the damnedest of good times, and it was with
real regret that, on the evening of Friday, August 8, we saw the high,
grim rampart wall of Newfoundland lift from the Western sea to tell us
that our time on the _Dauntless_ would soon be finished.

Actually we left the _Dauntless_ at St. John's, New Brunswick, where we
became the guests of the Canadian Government which looked after us, as
it looked after the whole party, with so great a sense of generosity
and care that we could never feel sufficiently grateful to it.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

PREFACE
I NEWFOUNDLAND
II ST. JOHN, NEW BRUNSWICK
III ON THE TRAIN BETWEEN ST. JOHN AND HALIFAX
IV HALIFAX, NOVA SCOTIA
V CHARLOTTETOWN, PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND AND HABITANT, CANADA
VI QUEBEC
VII THE MOBILE HOTEL DE LUXE: THE ROYAL TRAIN
VIII THE CITY OF CROWDS: TORONTO: ONTARIO
IX OTTAWA
X MONTREAL: QUEBEC
XI ON THE ROAD TO TROUT
XII PICNICS AND PRAIRIES
XIII THE CITY OF WHEAT: WINNIPEG, MANITOBA
XIV THE FRINGE OF THE GREAT NORTH-WEST: SASKATOON AND EDMONTON
XV CALGARY AND THE CATTLE RANCH
XVI CHIEF MORNING STAR COMES TO BANFF AND THE ROCKIES
XVII THE PACIFIC CITIES: VANCOUVER AND VICTORIA, BRITISH COLUMBIA
XVIII APPLE LAND: OKANAGAN AND KOOTENAY LAKES
XIX THE PRAIRIES AGAIN
XX SILVER, GOLD AND COMMERCE
XXI NIAGARA AND THE TOWNS OF WESTERN ONTARIO
XXII MONTREAL
XXIII WASHINGTON
XXIV NEW YORK

WESTWARD WITH THE PRINCE OF WALES

CHAPTER I

NEWFOUNDLAND

I

St. John's, Newfoundland, was the first city of the Western continent
to see the Prince of Wales. It was also the first to label him with
one of the affectionate, if inexplicable sobriquets that the West is so
fond of.

Leaning over the side of the _Dauntless_ on the day of the Prince's
visit, a seaman smiled down, as seamen sometimes do, at a vivid little
Newfoundland Flapper in a sunset-coloured jumper bodice, New York cut
skirt, white stockings and white canvas boots. The Flapper looked up
from her seat in the stern of her "gas" launch (gasolene equals
petrol), and smiled back, as is the Flapper habit, and the seaman
promptly opened conversation by ask