s of its shoes" at the coming of the Prince, but to
continue the metaphor, it would be enthusiastic to well above its
hat-band. And it was.

II

Certainly Winnipeg's welcome did not stop at the huge mass of
heels--high as well as low--that carried it out to look at the Prince
on his arrival. It mounted well up to the heart and to the head as he
left the wide-open space in front of the C.P.R. station, and, with a
brave escort of red-tuniced "Mounties," swung into the old pioneer
trail--only it is called Main Street now--toward the Town Hall.

The exceedingly broad street was lined with immense crowds, that, on
the whole, kept their ranks like a London rather than a Canadian throng
for at least two hundred yards.

Then this imported docility gave way, and the press of people became
entirely Canadian. The essential spirit of the Canadian, like that of
the citizen of another country, is that "he will be there." Or perhaps
I should say he "will be _right_ there." Anyhow, there he was as close
to the Prince as he could get without actually climbing into the
carriage that was slowing down before the dais among trees in the
garden before the City Hall.

In a minute where there had been a broad open space lined with neat
policemen, there was a swamping mass of Canadians of all ages, and the
Prince was entirely hemmed in. In fact only a free fight of the most
amiable kind got him out of the carriage and on to the dais. The
Marine orderlies, and others of the suite, joined in an attempt to
press the throng back. They could accomplish nothing until the
"Mounties" came to their aid, forced a passage with their horses, and
so permitted the Prince to mount the dais and hear the Mayor say what
the crowd had been explaining for the past ten minutes, that is, how
glad Winnipeg was to see him.

It was the usual function, but varied a little. Winnipeg has not
always been happy in the matter of its water supply, and the day and
the Prince came together to inaugurate a new era. It was accomplished
in the modern manner. The Prince pressed a button on the platform and
water-gates on Shoal Lake outside the city swung open. In a minute or
two a dry fountain in the gardens before the Prince threw up a jet of
water. The new water had come to Winnipeg.

Through big crowds on the sidewalks he passed through an avenue of
fine, tall and modern stores, along Broadway, where the tram-tracks
fringed with grass and trees run down t