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tions and equipment hoisted aboard and lowered into the hold, 
Stoner who usually attended to such matters and Thomas, who 
was supposed to be transportation agent, not yet having put in 
an appearance. I checked off the fifteen boxes and tanks and the 
big packing case containing gifts from the Dominion Museum to 
the State University of Iowa and found them all accounted for 
according to our list. As they were to be transported as baggage, 
by an agreement with the Union Line, no invoice was made out, 
and this made trouble for us later on. 
Finally, to my immense relief, I saw Dr. and Mrs. Stoner come 
up the gang plank, although the poor fellow looked quite weak 
and pale. 
Mr. and Mrs. Hislop and several other friends came to see us 
off. He is the ‘‘man who does things’’ here and proved an in- 
valuable friend to us. His was the last face I could distinguish 
as we slowly steamed away from the dock, his hat waving above 
the crowd, a last good-bye from our best New Zealand friend. 
On going below, however, I found a farewell letter from him, 
also a letter from my wife written June 16, two months before. 
As on all previous expeditions of which I have been in charge, 
the moment of sailing for home, with all the party safely on 
board and the collections stored away in the hold, was one of the 
happiest of all my experiences. No matter how smoothly things 
go or how little there has been to worry about, the responsibility 
of being the leader of a party in foreign lands is greater than 
would be imagined by any one who has not had that particular 
experience. Each time I have had the feeling that there must be 
an end to the extraordinary run of good luck which had attended 
former undertakings of this sort, and that it could not forever be 
my good fortune to report ‘‘ All well. Expedition successful’’ at 
the beginning of the homeward bound voyage. 
Wylie and I had a very comfortable deck cabin for which each 
of us would normally pay $20.00 extra, and the others were equal- 
ly well accommodated. Across our tickets was printed in red ink 
‘“No extra charge is to be made for this cabin. Orders Head- 
quarters.’’ We believe that we owe this courtesy to Mr. Irons, 
General Agent for the Canadian Australasian Line at Vancouver. 
Each berth had an electric light like those on our Pullman ears, 
and a number of other weleome conveniences. 
The morning after sailing we enjoyed smooth water and bright 
sunny weather. There was a very large and open upper deck 
