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 
