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to permit the examination of the baggage. A 

 dining-car porter came through the cars ask- 

 ing for the owner of a locked satchel. He 

 went through the dining-car and the parlor- 

 cars without finding the owner, so the satchel 

 was left at Bridgeport, the little town where 

 customs are collected. 



The train sped on its way to Hamilton. A 

 down-pour of rain visited the thirsty land, and 

 as we were nearing Hamilton — the most beau- 

 tifully located city in Canada — the owner of 

 the satchel appeared. He had been in a 

 smoking-car at the extreme front of the train 

 and never gave a thought to the customs offi- 

 cials. His error would make him lose per- 

 haps a day before he regained his prop- 

 erty. 



At Hamilton we were met by some of my 

 relatives, and after a brief wait, we sped on to 

 Toronto — the metropolis of the Province of 

 Ontario. 



Toronto is situated upon a noble bay shel- 

 tered from the winds of Lake Ontario by an 

 island some two and a half miles from the es- 

 planade front. The city has a gradual slope 

 from the water of the lake up to the heights 

 of a suburb formerly known as Yorkville, and 

 spreads out east and west along the lake front, 



