The entire station is built on rising ground nearly a hundred feet above the level of the sea and below it lay the waters of big Glace Bay. Three low buildings--at least they looked very low to me as I gaged them with the height of the towers around them--are used for housing the apparatus. After being halted several times by watchmen picketed on the grounds I finally got to the office and told the man in charge I wanted to see one of the operators, Howard Brice, who, you will remember, was one of my boon wireless chums of Montclair days. We hadn’t seen each other since he and I became professional operators and we had a regular old sea-captain’s time of it recounting our experiences. “Want to see the station, Jack?” he asked. “Don’t mind if I do,” I replied in a don’t-give-a-care way. The building we were in not only contained the office but a sound proof room in which the receiving sets were placed. When we crossed the threshold I was standing in a room where even the directors of the company could not tread, not because they were, like angels, afraid, but the men higher up were afraid to let them, for Marconi had a lot of would-be rivals in those days especially on this side of the Atlantic. The receivers were of the usual ship type, with magnetic detectors and head-phones, and these were connected to the leading-in wire of the aerial through switches and passed outside through insulators in the wall. Several other wires connected to ordinary telegraph instruments also passed through the wall. “You see, Jack,” my guide said, “these lines belong to the _Western Union_ and the _Canadian Pacific Railway Telegraph Company_ and by means of them the transatlantic cableless messages are received for transmission to England or are forwarded to their destination on the Continent.” This was all interesting enough but there wasn’t much to see. We went over to another building which contained the power plant. In here a big steam engine was running an alternating current generator. “This generator develops 820 kilowatts, or about 1,100 horsepower, and,” he continued, “this is the most powerful generator ever built for a wireless transmitter.” Again interesting but as far as I could see they looked just like any other power plant. I sized them up just the same to see what I could see. “Now, let’s take a peep at the sending apparatus,” and with that we strolled over to the third building. “Sounds like a young thunder factory!” I ejaculated as crashes of electric fire tore through the air like small bolts of lightning. “If we’d had this station down there in Montclair we’d have had them all by the ears, eh, Jack?” “I’d say we would,” I returned as I measured with my eye the gigantic high potential apparatus.