m was unaffected and friendly.

The public receptions were the result of an unstudied democratic
impulse, and the Canadian people were of all people those able to
appreciate that impulse most.

CHAPTER V

CHARLOTTETOWN, PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND, AND HABITANT, CANADA

The Prince of Wales and his cruiser escort left Halifax on the night of
Monday, August 18th, for Prince Edward Island, in the Gulf of St.
Lawrence, arriving at the capital of that province the next morning.

Owing to the difficulty of getting across country, the Press
correspondents were unable to be present at this visit, and went direct
by train to Quebec to await the Prince's arrival.

We were sorry not to visit this tiny, self-contained province of the
Dominion, for we had heard much concerning its charm and individuality
in character. It is a fertile little island, rich in agriculture,
sport and fishing. It is an island of bright red beaches and green
downs set in a clear sea, an Eden for bathers and holiday-makers.

It is also one of the last rallying-points of the silver fox, which is
bred by the islanders for the fur market. This is a pocket industry
unique in Canada. The animals are tended with the care given to prize
fowls, each having its own kennel and wire run. Such domesticity
renders them neither hardy nor prolific, and the breeding is an
exacting pursuit.

At the capital, Charlottetown, His Royal Highness had a real Canadian
welcome, tinged not a little with excitement. While he was on the
racecourse one of the stands took fire, and there was the beginning of
a panic, men and women starting to clamber wildly out of it and
dropping from its sides. The Prince, however, kept his place and
continued to watch the races. His presence on the stand quieted the
nervous and checked what might have been an ugly rush, while the fire
was very quickly got under.

Off Charlottetown the Prince transferred again to the battle-cruiser
_Renown_, and finished the last section of his sea voyage up the great
St. Lawrence on her.

II

Our disappointment at not seeing Prince Edward Island was mitigated by
the glimpses we had from our train of the country of New Brunswick and
the great area of the habitants that surrounds Quebec.

On the morning of August 19th we woke to the broken country of New
Brunswick. The forests of spruce, pine, maple and poplar made walls on
the very fringe of the single-line railway track for miles, giving way
a