ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLOUR

From Drawings by Harrold Copping

[1.]A Fruit Ranch at Nelson, British Columbia
[2.]Quebec from the Château Frontenac
[3.]The Houses of Parliament, Ottawa
[4.]The Prairie at Elstow, Saskatchewan
[5.]The Big Tree, Stanley Park, Vancouver
[6.]The Old Smelter, Nelson, British Columbia
[7.]From the Look-Out, Mount Royal, Montreal
[8.]The Moon Chute, near Bala, Ontario
[9.]Among the Wheatfields, Manitoba
[10.]The Parliament House, Regina, Saskatchewan
[11.]Hot Sulphur Spring, Banff, Alberta
[12.]Parliament House, Victoria
[13.]Lumbering in British Columbia
[14.]The Fish Market, Vancouver
[15.]Edmonton, Alberta
[16.]Paul, a Blackfoot Indian

LIST OF PHOTOGRAPHS

[1.]Breaking Prairie by Tractor, Vegreville, Alberta
[2.]Breaking Prairie with Oxen, Thunder Hill District, Saskatchewan
[3.]Transportation in the West: Setting out for the New Home with Oxen
[4.]Transportation in the West: Grand Trunk Pacific Construction Train
[5.]Canadian Pacific Railway Irrigation Dam at Bassano, Alberta
[6.]Fish-curing, Nova Scotia
[7.]Sixty Acre Orchard, Nova Scotia
[8.]Farm House, Nova Scotia
[9.]St. John Harbour, New Brunswick
[10.]Haying in New Brunswick
[11.]Evandale Farm, New Brunswick
[12.]Lumbering on the St. John River
[13.]A Fox Farm in Prince Edward Island
[14.]Quebec from the River
[15.]Montmorency Falls, a Water-Power, Quebec
[16.]A Dairy Farm at Sherbrooke, Quebec
[17.]Government Demonstration Farm in the Eastern Townships, Quebec
[18.]Toronto University
[19.]Canadian Northern Railway Elevator at Port Arthur
[20.]Toronto: Corner of Spadina Avenue and Queen Street
[21.]Winnipeg, Looking down Main Street
[22.]Cutting Wheat on a 4,000 acre Farm near Saskatoon, Saskatchewan
[23.]Hastings Street, Vancouver, British Columbia
[24.]Jasper Avenue, Edmonton, Alberta
[25.]Stooking Wheat in Saskatchewan
[26.]Prince Rupert—Making a Street
[27.]Mirror—A Prairie Town in its First Summer
[28.]Prince Rupert—a School House

Canada and the British Immigrant

I
WHY CANADA IS BRITISH

AFTER a pleasant voyage up the St. Lawrence, between the lines of the long French settlements on its banks, each having as its most important feature a tin-covered church spire, glinting in the sun, I remember very well coming at last through the channel between the Isle of Orleans and the northern bank to the point where, in full array, were visible the walls and towers surmounting the mighty Rock of Quebec. It was about sundown, on a glorious September evening, and the city, the river banks, and the shipping in the basin were here lit up with glowing light, there deep in warm shadow. It was in itself one of those scenes, which, for their beauty alone, fasten themselves in the memory.

But we English boys and girls, fresh from school, if we knew little else about Canada, had been thrilled by the brave story of Wolfe’s victory and death on the Plains of Abraham; and so that lovely sunset scene of rock and tower, and shining water, seemed to link the history of the land we had left with the promise of the all but unknown country whither we were bound.