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conscientious man, saving a fixed sum out of his salary, devoted to his work, free from vices and in 
no financial embarrassment. His junior was a careless youth, mixed up with women and known to be 
gambling heavily on the races. The postmaster confirmed this estimate of their characters. 
I inquired further and found that the junior clerk was responsible for the disappearance of the 
packet; which seemed reasonable enough. But then the cards apparently went crazy. They said that 
this clerk should not suffer for his act. The postmaster admitted that it might indeed be difficult to 
bring the theft home to him; but so much the worse, since he himself would be held responsible for 
the loss. I inquired further and was met with another facer which completed the circle of 
impossibilities. They said that the postmaster would not suffer in reputation. The situation became 
inexplicable. I was frankly annoyed that, after so accurate a beginning, the divination should have 
turned out so as to insult our reason. I could only apologize, shrug my shoulders and say, "Well, they 
insist that it is all right for you." 
A few days later, the mystery was cleared up. The return mail left for Peking one half-hour after its 
arrival, and the junior clerk, in his haste, had accidentally slipped the parcel into the mail bag, so 
that it went safely to the bank in Peking. The Tarot had vindicated itself in the most striking way. 
The junior clerk was responsible for the disappearance, yet he did not suffer in consequence, nor 
did the postmaster. 
I was in some doubt as the whether to go to America via Honolulu or by the northern Pacific route 
to Vancouver. I longed to see Oahu again, and yet I felt it a sort of duty to cover fresh ground. 
While I hesitated, fate decided. The last berth for San Francisco via the Sandwich Islands was sold 
over my head. Alas! --- had I only known! A quarter of an hour's delay caused me to miss what might 
have been the most dramatic moment of my life. The ship I should have sailed by left Honolulu in 
due course and fetched up four days later outside the golden Gate --- to find San Francisco a raging 
flower of flame. 
I sailed on April 21st by The Empress of India, took a flying glance at Japan and put out into the 
Pacific. 
A savage sea without a sail, 
...Grey gulphs and green aglittering. 
We never sighted the slightest suggestion of life all the way to Vancouver, twelve days of chilly 
boredom, though there was a certain impressiveness in the very dreariness and desolation. There 
was a hint of the curious horror that emptiness always evokes, whether it is a space of starless night 
or a bleak and barren waste of land. The one exception is the Sahara Desert where, for some reason 
that I cannot name, the suggestion is not in the least of vacancy and barrenness, but rather of some 
subtle and secret spring of life. 
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Vancouver presents no interest to the casual visitor. It is severely Scotch. Its beauties lie in its 
surroundings. 
I was very disappointed with the Rockies, of which I had heard such eloquent encomiums. They are 
singularly shapeless; and their proportions are unpleasing. There is too much colourless and brutal 
base; too little snowy shapely summit. As for the ghastly monotony of the wilderness beyond them, 
through Calgary and Winnipeg right on to Toronto --- words fortunately fail. The manners of the 
people are crude and offensive. They seem to resent the existence of civilized men; and show it by 
gratuitous insolence, which they mistake for a mark of manly independence. The whole country and 
its people are somehow cold and ill-favoured. The character of the mountains struck me as 
significant. Contrast them with the Alps where every peak is ringed by smug hamlets, hearty and 
hospitable, and every available approach is either a flowery meadow, a pasture pregnant with 
peaceful flocks and herds, or a centre of cultivation. In the Rockies, barren and treeless plains are