Maudie, feeling very much better for her treatment, made light of the run to Nanaimo, where we arrived in such good time that we were able to secure a picture of the old Hudson's Bay Company's "Post no. 3" a log tower built in 1853, when trade with the Indians on the Island was first opened, but still in excellent preservation and of great historical interest. The return voyage to Vancouver was marked by the same flat calm and enjoyed by W. in peaceful slumber, to the great annoyance of B., who wished to do likewise but was continually disturbed. Landing punctually at 9 am. we again replaced Maudie's glasses and picking up and installing the speedometer we crossed to North Vancouver by ferry and took the road to Capilano Canyon, only some 5 or 6 miles distant.

At the entrance leading to the Suspension Bridge over the lower canyon we left Maudie by the roadside and entered the grounds on foot going at once to the bridge, the heave and swing of which greatly pleased the Kid, especially when a lady, who he decided must be a school teacher, evinced a certain nervousness and doubt as to its safety. The view from this bridge, although wonderfully beautiful, was vaguely disappointing, probably for the reason that so much had been said and written about it and because it is, in picture form, so well known. Had it not been for this ending at a place where the only means of further progress was by an old rotting flume, already broken in places and actually overhanging the canyon, we decided to return. We then made our way out to the road and driving on for some distance again left Maudie and found the way to the river at its entrance to the upper canyon, from there climbing to an old wooden bridge now closed to traffic, which we crossed.

The Kid, who was rather fed up on scenery and who would have much preferred to put in a day in a round of picture shows in Vancouver, did not follow us on the next climb to the top of the canyon, but faded away and promptly went to sleep, as he was missing when we were ready to depart and by so absenting himself missed one of the finest views of the whole tour. The chasm here at its greatest depth, the water in perpetual shade, showing white at the rapids and ink-black where the stream is deeper. Looking up-stream, we had a splendid view of wooded mountains rising in the distance to bare peaks, which we believed to be the famous "Lions" who guard the entrance to Burrard Inlet and Vancouver harbour, the valley between being accentuated and deepened by the height on which we stood. The haze was very heavy again, obscuring distant views and dimming the outline of the peaks, but lending a beautiful soft blue tone to the nearer views and showing like thin clouds in the folds of the hills. The second photo on this page gives a very poor impression of the above scene, colossal in its distance and depth. We were rather incommoded here by the sightseers from the city, but had to admit that the people of Vancouver had a certain right to enjoy their own scenery if they wished, only it would have been better if they had selected another day for so doing - they had lots of time.

The call of hunger advising us that it was time to be moving, B. went back to collect Maudie and the Kid and meet W. and L. at another entrance. But wasted some time before finding the Kid who had rejoined Maudie while B. was conducting a frantic search for him. Then picking up the others, we drove on up-stream for a short distance and camped for lunch near a sawmill which showered us with sawdust in passing. Our camp was on the edge of a river and here again W. performed the ceremony, which we had by this time come to look upon as a sacred rite, and from which he claimed his 'soles' received much comfort. The Kid also fell in while drawing water. It was with a very sorrowful feeling that we left this camp and returned to Vancouver, where we arrived about 4 p.m. And continued on through the city without stopping and, this time keeping to the paved road, passed through New Westminster and reached about two hours later, the same spot near Cloverdale at which we camped on the way out, only four nights ago. Maudie had asserted her rights to a liberal supply of clean hosiery on the way down from Vancouver, but otherwise had behaved fairly well. It was, however, now certain that the operation performed in Seattle was to be of no real benefit. After supper, we again planned out the return trip and, although we had to cut the time allowance for our return to the narrowest margin, we decided that, given decent luck, we could be back absolutely on schedule time. But in order to allow for a little lee way we further determined to make as good time as possible over the paved roads and through the uninteresting section of Washington, easing off, if possible, when we again reached B. C. The period during which we, as visitors, might share in the comfort supplied to residents, we also drawing to an early close and the very thought of the prairie and our misguided province, made it imperative that we arrive in time to partake of the cheer provided by the kindly government of B. C.