Each of these three railways, with continual construction, is founding almost daily towns and cities of the future. Every three or four miles there is a station. Immigrants and traders are encouraged in every possible way to settle along the line. The station, the elevators, facilities to acquire stock and land and to erect houses, are held out as irresistible baits. The baits are eagerly seized by the more enterprising men keen on taking advantage of the opportunities offered by places at their very beginning. It is well recognised in Canada that a man with grit, enterprise, ideas, willing to endure a little temporary hardship, is bound to get on if he is in at the birth of an infant community. He arrives with a few dollars in his pocket or with nothing. Within ten years he may be the proprietor of a big hotel, a flourishing newspaper, or may be mayor of a city with a population of anything between 3,000 to 10,000. The fascination of the new life to a man whose habits have not been crystallised in the environment of a populous city, who likes a free and unconventional life, and who is prepared to devote his attention exclusively to business until he has laid a solid foundation for the future “pile,” is particularly attractive to one who has youth and strength. I heard endless stories of men who in a phenomenally short time had established themselves in such new cities, and are now rich men able to give themselves, if they choose, a summer in Europe or to spend the winter in Toronto or Montreal. Commercial travellers hunting up trade in the new towns springing up along the lines of construction told me many stories of the changes a year or two makes in these new towns. You go to the end of the “steel” in course of construction. You find a few shacks and a rough shanty that calls itself an hotel. You return a year later when the line has advanced another hundred or two hundred miles, and you find a street a third of a mile long of wooden houses. There are several stores very likely; there is an infant newspaper. There is an hotel, still primitive in its simplicity, but tolerable. You can sleep on the beds and you can eat the rough food. You return at the end of another couple of years—the street is a mile long, several of the wooden houses have given place to houses of brick and stone; the newspaper has quite established itself. Its editorials, its “notes” and its “personals” have the breezy audacity and the intimate personal touch which are characteristic of Canadian journalism. There is a municipality which has learnt the art of “boosting,” and the Real Estate man is well in evidence. He has snapped up enticing plots, and in Winnipeg, Toronto, Montreal and other centres he is “boosting” the town and its unequalled possibilities for all he is worth. This springing up and rapid growth of new cities is repeating itself hundreds of times a year in all the Provinces of Canada, from Nova Scotia to the Pacific.