4 SPORT IN VANCOUVER 



I also hoped, should time permit, to have a 

 try for a Rocky Mountain goat, and possibly 

 a bear on the Mainland. 



I sailed from Southampton on July 10, on 

 the Deutschland, the magnificent steamer of 

 the Hamburg-American Line, and never did 

 I travel in greater luxury. 



The voyage across the Atlantic is always 

 dull and monotonous; it was therefore with 

 great relief that, having passed Sandy Hook 

 in the early morning, I found myself approach- 

 ing New York on the 16th. 



Here I was to have a new experience. 



I am, I hope, a modest man, and never 

 dreamt that I was worthy of becoming the 

 prey of the American interviewer. 



The fact of being a Pasha in Egypt, a rank 

 which I attained when serving in the Egyptian 

 Army, was my undoing. 



A kind German friend who had used his 

 good offices on my behalf with the Board of 

 the Hamburg-American Line, gave the show 

 away, for I found myself on the printed 

 passenger list figuring as Sir John Rogers 

 Pasha. 



To the American interviewer, a Pasha was, 

 I presume, a novelty, and the opportunity of 

 torturing one not to be forgone, for as soon 

 as we came alongside the quay at Hoboken, a 



