er rocks.

The Chateau is poised high up in the world on the lip of a small and
perfect lake of poignant blue, that fills the cup made by the meeting
of a ring of massive heights. At the end of the lake, miles away, but,
thanks to the queerness of mountain perspective, looking close enough
to touch, rises the scarp of Mount Victoria, capped with a vast glacier
that seemed to shine with curious inner lambency under the clear light
of the grey day. There is a touch of the theatre in that view from the
windows or the broad lawns of the Chateau, for the mountain and glacier
is a huge back-drop seen behind wings made by the shoulders of other
mountains, and all, rock and spruce woods, as well as the clear shining
of the ice, are mirrored in the perfect lake that makes the floor of
the valley.

Up on one of the shoulders of the lake, hidden away in a screen of
trees, is the home of an English woman. She used to spend her days
working in a shop in the West End of London until happy chance brought
her to Lake Louise, and she opened a tea chalet high on that lonely
crag. She has changed from the frowsty airs of her old life to a place
where she can enjoy beauty, health and an income that allows her to fly
off to California when the winter comes. The Prince went up to take
tea in this chalet of romance and profit during his walk of exercise.

There is another kind of romance in the woods about the Chateau, and
one of the policemen who guarded the Prince made its acquaintance
during the night. In the dark he heard the noise of some one moving
amid the trees that come down to the edge of the hotel grounds. He
thought that some unpleasant intruder on the Prince's privacy was
attempting to sneak in by the back way. He marched up to the edge of
the wood and waited in his most legal attitude for the intruder--and a
bear came out to meet him. Not only did it come out to meet him, but
it reared up and waved its paws in a thoroughly militant manner. The
policeman was a man from the industrial East, and not having been
trained to the habits of bears, decided on a strategic withdrawal.

His experience was one of the next day's jokes, since it appears that
bears often do come out of the woods attracted by the smell of hotel
cooking. On the whole they are amiable, and are no more difficult than
ordinary human beings marching in the direction of a good dinner.

From Lake Louise the Prince went steadily west through some of the m