paltry few thousands of years since its 

 thousands of miles were scraped flat as 

 a floor. Everything even yet looks so 

 immodest on those vast stretches. The 

 clumps of trees stand out in such a 

 bold brazen fashion. The houses ap- 

 pear as though stuck on to the land- 

 scape. Even an honest brown cow can 

 not manage to melt herself into the 

 endless stretch of prairies. In fact, the 

 little scenic accidents of trees and hol- 

 lows, which mean fruit and flowers, are 

 mainly due to man. 



So, when our friends who saw us off 

 on the west-bound Canadian Pacific left 

 in our sleeper two huge bouquets of 

 sweet peas and ten pounds of black- 

 berries, we knew that the finest garden 

 in Winnipeg had been rifled to do us 

 pleasure. Now, I dearly love flowers 

 and fruit, as I did the giver, but ten 



