While in the ticket office at \''aiicouver, British 

 Columbia, we were much amused at a party of three 

 Englishmen belonging to the nobility of Pmgland, who 

 were trying to engage a compartment on one of the 

 C. P. R. R.'s first-class cars. They couldn't "you 

 know" travel in a car witli ordinary people; but the 

 ticket man assured them there was nothing else for them 

 to do, as there were no compartments, and the company 

 could not arrange one before the train started, no matter 

 liow important it might be to them. 



They agreed to pay an extra fare if the smoking end 

 of the car could be reserved for them and they authorized 

 the conductor to tell the passengers that the}' were cholera 

 suspects or small-pox patients or anything he liked in 

 order to keej) the "common ]:)eoj)le"' away from lliem. 

 But all to no purpose. There was i)ut one alternative — 

 take their "medicine" or stay behind. 



It was somewhat amusing to hear their criticisms on 

 Uncle Sam's "frightfull\- \ ulga' country and beastly 

 traveling don't you know." 



The route from \ ancouver, in British Columbia, to 

 Seattle, Wash., lies through a rough, hea\il_\- timbered 

 district, where the trees measure anywhere from three 

 feet to six feet in diameter. These are of the red cedar 

 variety and are being rapidly sawed down and cut into 

 lumlier and shingles. 



Why it is T cannot tell, but it certainly /s neverthe- 

 less — I mean that the railway is literally lined with a row 

 of bursted booming towns; each witli a i)ladder-like 

 name, a big hotel, a {)u1)lic hall. inayi)e, and lots of 

 saloons flaring suggestive signs, such as the "Blazing 



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