ain,
disappeared, though here and there there was a crazy structure hanging
together by nails only. Across the arm of the harbour, on the pretty,
wooded Dartmouth side, he could see among the trees the sprawled
ugliness of the ruin the explosion had spread even there.

On this bleak slope, where the grass was growing raggedly over the
ruins, the old inhabitants were showing little inclination to return.
Only a few neat houses were in course of erection where, before, there
had been thousands. It was as though the hillside had become evil, and
men feared it.

Over the hill, and by roads which are best described as corrugated
(outside the main town roads of Canada, faith, hope and strong springs
are the best companions on a motor ride), he went to where a new
district is being built to house the victims of the disaster.

Modern Canada is having its way in this new area, and broad streets,
grass lawns and pretty houses of wood, brick or concrete with
characteristic porches give these new homes the atmosphere of the
garden city.

Perched as it is high on the hill, with the sparkling water of the
harbour close by, one can easily argue that good has come out of the
evil. But as one mutters the platitude the Canadian who drives the car
points to the long, tramless hill that connects the place with the
heart of the city, and tells you curtly:

"That's called Hungry Hill."

"Why Hungry Hill?"

"It's so long that a man dies of hunger before he can get home from his
office."

IV

The social side of the visit followed.

The Prince went from the devastated area, and from his visit to some of
the people who were already housed in their new homes, through the
attractive residential streets of Halifax to the Waegwoltic Club.

This club is altogether charming, and one of the most perfect places of
recreation I have seen. The club-house is a low, white rambling
building set among trees and the most perfect of lawns. It has really
beautiful suites of rooms, including a dancing hall and a dining-room.
From its broad verandah a steep grass slope drops down to the sea water
of one of the harbour arms. Many trees shade the slope and the idling
paths on it, and through the trees shines the water, which has an
astonishing blueness.

At the water's edge is a bathing place, with board rafts and a high
skeleton diving platform. Here are boys and girls, looking as though
they were posing for Harrison Fisher, diving, or lol