Produced by Al Haines [Transcriber's note: This book is an account by a British journalist of the cross-Canada tour, by train, in 1919, of Edward VIII, British Prince of Wales. In 1936, Edward abdicated from the British throne to marry Wallis Simpson, an American divorcee.] [Frontispiece: H. R. H. THE PRINCE OF WALES] WESTWARD WITH THE PRINCE OF WALES BY W. DOUGLAS NEWTON AUTHORIZED CORRESPONDENT IN AMERICA WITH H. R. H. THE PRINCE OF WALES AUTHOR OF "GREEN LADIES," "THE WAR CACHE," ETC. D. APPLETON AND COMPANY NEW YORK LONDON 1920 COPYRIGHT, 1920, BY D. APPLETON AND COMPANY TO "A. B." AND THE CARGO OF "CARNARVON." PREFACE It was on Friday, August 1, 1919, that "the damned reporters" and the _Times_ correspondent's hatbox went on board the light cruiser _Dauntless_ at Devonport. The _Dauntless_ had just arrived from the Baltic to load up cigarettes--at least, that was the first impression. In the Baltic the rate of exchange had risen from roubles to packets of Players, and a handful of cigarettes would buy things that money could not obtain. Into the midst of a ship's company, feverishly accumulating tobacco in the hope of cornering at least the amber market of the world, we descended. Actually, I suppose, His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales had been the first interrupter of the _Dauntless'_ schemes. Lying alongside Devonport quay to refit--in that way were the cigarettes covered up--word was sent that the _Dauntless_ with her sister ship, _Dragon_, was to act as escort to the battle-cruiser _Renown_ when she carried the Prince to Canada. Though he came first we could not expect to be as popular as the Prince, and when, therefore, those on board also learnt that the honour of acting as escort was to be considerably mitigated by a cargo from Fleet Street, they were no doubt justified in naming us "damned." We did litter them up so. The _Dauntless_ is not merely one of the latest and fastest of the light cruisers, she is also first among the smartest. To accommodate us they had to give way to a rash of riveters from the dock-yard who built cabins all over the graceful silhouette. When our telegrams, and ourselves, and our baggage (including the _Times'_ hatbox) arrived piece by piece, each was merely an addition to the awful mess on deck our coming had meant. Actually we could not help ourselves. Dock strikes, ship shortage and the holiday season had all conspired to make any attempt to get to Canada in a legitimate way a hopeless task. Only the Admiralty's idea to pre-date the carrying of commercial travellers on British battleships could get us to the West at all. The Admiralty, after modest hesitation, had agreed to send us in the _Dauntless_, and before the cruiser sailed we all realized how fortunate we were to have been unlucky at the outset.