Docked at Vancouver at six-thirty this morning. As the "Louise" was going into drydock for repairs, we moved to the Princess Marguerite. We were settled on our new ship at ten-thirty and Art and I went for a walk around town.

There was a large ship docked across from us, about the largest I have ever seen, and we decided to go on board if possible. Art knew someone in the steamship office and we obtained a pass to the big vessel. It was clean-up day and our visit was spoiled by the disarrangement of the ship. It was interesting to see two large passenger elevators, looked like a hotel lobby. The boat was a motor ship and was named the Oarangi. We had to leave as they were having a boat drill.

We viewed the drill from the rail of our own boat. The life boats were swung from automatic davits that rolled out from the ship and lowered them on even keel to the water. The boats were then detached, sails were hoisted and with the aid of oars the sailors cruised around the harbors. A very impressive demonstration.

The trip to Victoria was uneventful and we docked at two-thirty, to lay over for two hours. Enough time for a short walk and a visit to the government store where we stocked up for the last completely wet passage to Seattle.

On returning to the ship, we found Art's girlfriend anxiously waiting. She had lost her ticket to Seattle. After searching ourselves Art found it with his ticket in his wallet. We remembered that when we three were standing together getting ready to land, Art dropped a ticket and picked it up. Somehow it was the young lady who had dropped it--but it ended happily.

The passage to Seattle was quite pleasant. We had a nice large room and our array of refreshments was genuine. We took turns at scouting around the boat in search of the few remaining remnants of the "Louise" crowd. The one remaining in the room was bartender for the guests. Quite a crowd gathered. It was good-bye to the gang.

One good natured old fellow who was travelling with his wife and two children didn't want to leave our room to make room for others. We kept him inside for about an hour and never once did he back down. As the last of the party left, we stepped into the lobby and there was the rest of his family waiting for him. We were not interested in learning of the reception he received.

We tied up at Seattle at nine and went through the customs. I had saved an empty bottle to bring in as a souvenir and it was on top of my suitcase, under a Saturday Evening Post. The inspection is very rapid and the inspector didn't see it--he did pick up the package of shoes and inquire as to its contents. All the boys were cursing their luck for failing to load up with good liquor to bring through such a lenient inspection.

We were soon at the Continental Hotel and turned in after a hot bath, for a good night's rest.