And by building, I do not mean
merely erecting a house of distinction, but also choosing sites of
distinction.

Nearly all the newer public buildings are of excellent design, and all
are placed in excellent positions. Some of these sites are actually
brilliant; the Parliament Houses at Ottawa, as seen from the river, are
intensely apposite, so are those at Edmonton and Regina, while the
sites of such buildings as the Banff Springs Hotel, and, in a lesser
sense, the Chateau at Lake Louise, seem to me to have been chosen with
real genius.

In saying that the people on this Continent certainly know how to
build, I am speaking of both the United States and Canada. This fine
sense of architecture is even more apparent in the United States (I, of
course, only speak of the few towns I visited) than in Canada, for
there are more buildings and it is a richer country. The sense of
architecture may spring from that country, or it may be that the whole
Continent has the instinct. As I am not competent to judge, I accuse
the whole of the Western hemisphere of that virtue.

The Prince passed through these pretty districts where are the
beautiful houses of ranchers and packing kings, farmers and pig rearers
whose energy and vision have made Calgary rich as well as good to look
upon. Passing from this region of good houses and good roads, he came
upon a highway that is prairie even less than unalloyed, for constant
traffic has scored it with a myriad ruts and bumps.

Half-way up a hill, where a bridge of wood jumps across the stream that
winds amid the pleasant gardens of the houses, the Prince's car was
held up. A mob of militants rushed down upon it, and neither
chauffeur, nor Chief of Staff, nor suite could resist.

It was an attack not by Bolshevists, but by Boy Scouts. They flung
themselves across the road in a mass, and would take no nonsense from
any one. They insisted that the engine should take a holiday, and that
they should hitch themselves to the car. They won their point and
hitched. The car, under some hundred boy-power, went up the long
hill--and a gruelling hill it is--through the club gates, and down a
longer hill, to where, in a deep cup, the house stands.

At the club the visit was entirely formal. The Prince became an
ordinary member and chatted to other men and women members in a
thoroughly club-like manner.

"He is so easy to get on with," said one lady. "I found it was I who
was the more rese