FRUIT RANCHING 

 IN BRITISH COLUMBIA. 



CHAPTER I. 



Liverpool to Montreal. 



It was about the middle of March when we landed 

 at St. John, and the winter had been one of 

 unexampled severity throughout Canada. The snow 

 still lay deep all over the country as we journeyed 

 towards Montreal. In fact, except for a few hours 

 west of that city, where the snow had partly melted, 

 exposing the bare earth in patches, unbroken snov) 

 extended all the way to the Rocky Mountains. Owing 

 to this fact, we were unable to see very much of the 

 real aspects and features of the country. 



After a long and weary wait at St. John, 

 in a cold and cheerless shed, draughty and of vast 

 size, and after several false starts — in fact, owing 

 to there being nobody to give us any information, 

 we naturally assumed that every train which backed 

 into the station alongside the shed was our train — 

 we at length got away. After the superabundance 

 of ready, if not disinterested, assistance which the 

 railway traveller receives at an English railway 

 station, we felt rather bewildered at the lack of 

 porters to lend us a hand with our traps and chattels. 



We were going out to settle in Canada. We 

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