THE WANDERINGS OF THE 

 COMMISSION 



Rapid Jottings en Route 



We arrived at Rimouski, Quebec, in the afternoon oi 13th 

 August 1908. We were met by Mr Blake Robertson of the Im- 

 migration Department, who had been delegated to take charge 

 of the arrangements during our trip through Canada; by Mr Clark. 

 Chief of the Seed Division of the Department of Agriculture, who had 

 been appointed by that Department to travel with us dining the 

 first part of our journey ; and by Mr Condon, a railway official, who 

 was to look after our transportation while travelling on the Inter- 

 colonial Railway. The special train, consisting of two carriages, 

 splendidly got up, which the Canadian Government had put at our 

 disposal, and which was to be our home from the Atlantic to the 

 Pacific and back again, was waiting for us at Rimouski. We steamed 

 out of the station about six o'clock at night on our long journey. 

 The country on either side of the line was poor, fit apparently for 

 nothing but the growing of timber. Darkness, however, was upon us 

 before we had got far, and sight-seeing was out of the question. We 

 had entered New Brunswick in the night, and before five o'clock next 

 morning had arrived at Point du Chene, bound for Prince Edward 

 Island, which the Canadian Government had decided should form 

 part of our field of operations. 



Prince Edward Island 



We were pleased that the smallest and one of the most delightful 

 provinces of the Dominion was to be our starting-point, for it made 

 our investigations more exhaustive than we had anticipated. 

 Leaving Point du Chene at (>.45 a.m., we sailed across Northumber- 

 land Strait to Summerside in Prince Edward Island. On our 

 arrival, the Premier, the Minister of Agriculture, and other important 

 personages were waiting for us, and that rare hospitality began 

 which overshadowed us every day and every w T eek of our long and 

 pleasant pilgrimage Many farmers' rigs had been requisitioned, and 

 soon we were experiencing our first ride in Canadian buggies over 

 roads which are the sport of frost and thaw unknown in Scotland. 

 and are as a result indescribable to a Scotsman. After a drive of six- 

 miles we reached a butter-and-cheese factory, which, though not 

 entirely, is to some extent run on co-operative lines. The farmers 

 themselves hold shares in it, though not all the shares. They are 

 paid 4d. per gallon for their milk, and they get back the separated 



