We had hardly pulled up in town, when a Ford car ranged alongside, driven by the town constable, and containing Sherlock Holmes disguised as a country squire, sternly demanding in the King's name that we declare the weight of the metal that we bore. Now as Maudie had within the pocket of her underskirt, together with many other thing a small .22 rifle belonging to W. and brought along at the request of the Kid, we saw no reason for concealing the fact, whereupon we were strictly ordered to repair forthwith to the Police Station and there produce the lethal weapon. W. and L., to say nothing of the Kid, were so overawed by this exhibition of the majesty of the law that they were as if paralyzed and remained in their seats where they promptly went to sleep, leaving B. to face the ordeal alone. Mr. Holmes opened the proceedings with an arraignment of all American trippers, who he declared were in the habit of shooting promiscuously at all things and at all times, both in and out of season. B's sympathy with him in the grievance starting him on a new tangent, he next demanded how, where and when the rifle had been used, and on learning that a dangerous gopher had been slain in the Eastern border of Alberta demanded whence we came. B. then produced the papers obtained in Fernie the day before. The town constable here picked up the rifle, and after squinting through the barrel appeared to be on the point of saying something, but meeting the guileless look in B's eye held his peace. Sherlock declaring that one at least of his party had apparently served in the American Army, now enlarged his inquiry to include the birth and parentage of every member of the party. On being assured that all members of the gang were British subjects he appeared slightly mollified, but still very suspicious of W., who since he was wearing khaki and a stetson hat, had "all the earmarks of a doughboy".B. explained that if this was so he ought rather to be pitied than blamed, and after a promise had been extracted that the rifle would not be used within the province we were generously permitted to depart without a stain on our character or strain on our pockets. Before leaving Cranbrook we replenished our supplies, left one of Maudie's spare shoes to be repaired and L., on behalf of the party, made a donation to the finances of the province in addition to purchasing of their wares.

After driving out about 12 miles we camped for lunch by a stream to which we gave the name of Moyie creek. While lunch was being prepared and B. was busy with Maudie's toilet, two Mounted Police constables rode up and made inquiries concerning a big car which had passed us recently. On their departure, we sampled the wares of the province and found them extremely good. Maudie had been extremely irritable and rather impatient of restraint but after soothing ministrations and a good drink was feeling a little better by the time we were ready to proceed. Some three miles further on a glimpse of the lake through the trees caused an immediate halt. The lake proved to be of considerable size, surrounded by tree clothed hills, with a few cottages on the further shore. The blue of the water as seen from the top of the hill, with the reflection of the trees in a sheltered bay, proved well worth the stop, and while we admired the view --waiting for the sun to clear the clouds long enough to enable us to get the photo which may be seen on the next page of this narrative - the Kid rolled rocks down the hill and threw stones into the lake. From a sign by the roadside this appears to be known as Green Bay Lake. We had been, ever since leaving Cranbrook, traveling through scenery of ever changing beauty and variety, but today, again, the moving clouds made good picture a thing of chance, and as the afternoon advanced almost an impossibility. Moyie, about 20 miles from Cranbrook and on the shore of the lake of the same name, has been at one time a thriving village, but the mines and mills to which it owed its existence were either shut down or burnt a long time ago. Another 24 miles of beautiful scenery and very fair roads brought us to Yahk, the junction point, from which the railroad branches off to Creston or Kingsgate and thence to Spokane. The road also branches for the same places about 8 miles out and from this point it was new country for every member of the party. Kingsgate, 10 miles from Yahk, was reached at 5:30 p.m., and we were delayed for some time through the absence of the American Customs Officer, who had gone fishing or was asleep, and as a representative of a free country did not wish to be disturbed. We spent the time while we were waiting admiring from a respectful distance Admiral Von Tirpitz, the report of whose death is evidently false as he is now, in full uniform welcoming settlers at this point of entry. Having deposited a part of our wares purchased at Cranbrook in a cool and secluded spot near bridge 62, we had nothing to declare but "campers' outfit", and Maudie's passport having been prepared while we were waiting, we were not long in clearing after the return of the U.S. Customs Official. Immediately after leaving Eastport - the American name - the roads became very rough and stony: it was also high time a campsite was found. Two or three different places were investigated, but for one reason or another proved unsuitable, and finally in desperation we camped after dark on a stony hillside, seven miles South of the boundary, after a run of 92 miles. Fortunately there was water handy, the trees again furnished beds and there was plenty of firewood, so we were quite comfortable as long as we did not try to move round too much.