mail and more passengers. Hannibal and I walked around the town that we had gone swimming in the day before. A taxi-driver made a number of fascinating personal con- fessions to us. Then he pointed out the residence of the Mayor of Victoria to us. The Mayor has a privet hedge, which he has cut along with a number of privet bushes into the shapes of animals He has picked a number of very nice animals; a teddy bear, a real bear, a cari- bou, and elk, etc. This is considered an extraordinarily interesting thing in Victoria and the driver admitted that it was largely due to this hedge that the gentleman had faithfully received his office from the constituents of the city for twenty unbroken years. It is considered fully on a par with the world renowned Butchart's Sunken Gardens- another remarkable horticultural phenomenon also located in British Columbia; and although twenty miles outside the city can be reached by taxi as well in the surprisingly short time of thirty minutes at the surpris- ingly small price of 5 Canadian dollars. We sailed from Victoria at nine o'clock. We passed the great drydock and swung out to sea in a cold fog, which sent most of the passengers aft to the bar and thence to bed. Thursday, July 27th. (At Sea). A day's routine aboard the Aorangi is not an unpleasant thing. Steward wakes us up at half after seven. After handing us a plate of fruit to eat and the "Aorangi News" to read, the cobwebs out of our eyes, he departs to prepare the