steamer while crossing the strait. On landing at Victoria, first being detained to have my grips examined, then stepping out on the wharf, the first evidence of life I met was "Mary's little lamb." I exclaimed, "All the same Can-a-da!" as we do not have sheep meeting strangers coming into our town. Then, after my cordial greeting with the lamb, I looked around for a coach, but there was not one in sight. In a moment, however, I heard musical voices calling out: "Want a coach, lady? Want a coach, lady?" I looked up and standing on a high hill above me, were a number of coachmen. I answered, "Yes, I certainly do. Get a move on you and come down here," but they said they could not come down. Then the only thing left for me to do was to pay the porter of the boat two bits to pack my grips, which they call-
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