18 SPORT IN VANCOUVER 



however, was on the pier waiting with lanterns 

 to show us the way up to the Willows Hotel, 

 where I was to spend a happy month. 



The Willows Hotel, beautifully situated on 

 the Valdez Straits within a few yards of the 

 sea, is all that a sportsman could desire. Clean, 

 well-furnished bedrooms, a bathroom and quite 

 a decent table, all for the moderate sum of 

 2 dollars a day. 



The proprietor did not quite realize the fact 

 that the majority of the guests came for the 

 fishing, and not for the food. 



The lady who directed the establishment 

 seemed to think the latter the more important. 



The breakfast bell rang at 6 a.m., and break- 

 fast was served from 6 to 8 a.m. Lunch or 

 dinner from 12 to 2 p.m., and supper from 6 

 to 8 p.m. 



Woe betide the guest who broke the rules 

 of the house as regards the hours, for he was 

 expected to lose his meal. 



In those glorious autumn evenings when it 

 was light up to 10 o'clock, the manageress 

 forgot that a keen fisherman might stay out 

 till 9 or even 10, if the fish were taking. 



Dinner he could not expect, but a cold 

 supper, if ordered beforehand, might have been 

 laid out in the dining-room. Nor could attend- 

 ance be looked for; servants were few and 



