It was high noon when the conductor opened the door of the car and shouted:
“Vancouver! Vancouver!”
[CHAPTER VI.]
VICTORIA AND “THE QUEEN.”
“Vancouver,” began Mr. Percival that afternoon, “is the baby city of the Northwest.” They were in a barouche, five of them, driving through Stanley Park.
“What do you mean by that, sir?” asked his nephew.
“Why, it’s less than six years old, Randolph. Yet it has a population of over fifteen thousand. Six years ago to-day there was a dense forest where these great brick and stone buildings now stand.”
“Wasn’t it burned once, father?” asked Tom, anxious to show the result of his reading.
“When it was two months old,” replied Mr. Percival, “every house but one was destroyed by fire. Now it is one of the most prosperous and well-managed cities in the Dominion.”