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exceedingly well in Canada had they remained to 

 take part in the more commercial farming of the 

 present phase of development. 



On the last night of my two and a half years' 

 sojourn in Canada I find this entry in my diary : 



"December 10. My last day for the present. 

 Drove into the Fort with Lai. Cashed cheque, 

 paid taxes, &c. Breakfast with the D. H. Mac- 

 donalds. Walked up Baker Hill to say good-bye 

 to the Griggs and the Seymours at Springbrook, 

 then home. Horribly downcast. Felt a miserable 

 failure financial situation appalling temper 

 abominable. What will these years bring forth ? 

 They seem strange seed as one watches them lying 

 in the soil to-night roses must always ' unfold 

 within the mould,' but seed doesn't always mean 

 roses. I tried to do my best, but one can't do that 

 from day to day, one's level best comes out in 

 occasional throbs. One thing I have learned- to 

 criticize myself without flinching. ' Know thy- 

 self.' One can't do that everywhere ! Oh, the 

 hardship, the hope, the trials, the sweetness and the 

 sadness of these two years ! How I have loved the 

 beasts, and how heartily I have hated people and 

 things here and there, and the end of it is for the 

 present that I have to go off with a pen to save the 

 plough, and that by to-morrow this time I shall be 

 on my way to New York travelling in front of the 

 dining-car minus a sleeper, certainly uncomfortable, 

 probably hungry, and doing my level best to assure 

 myself that nothing matters ! " 



The next day I left by the stage for South 

 Qu'Appelle and New York. 



