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Page 41 majestically past, bound from Duluth to Buffalo on her regular seven-day trip. Passengers at her rails wave to us, and doubtlessly our own are waving back from the sun deck above us. Tea is served at four o'clock in the ballroom. The chairs lining its walls are now augmented by carpet-covered folding camp stools, and the room is soon crowded with people chatting and sipping tea. Bouillon is served in similar fashion at 10:30 in the mornings. After tea we slip unobtrusively down to see the engine room. KEEWATIN's quadruple-expansion engine is all the way aft, with only a short tailshaft. This practice differed from earlier CPR ships like MANITOBA, which had another cargo hold aft of the engine. (Counting from the forward end, the cylinder sizes are 231/2", 481/2" and 70", with 45" stroke). KEEWATIN has hand-fired coal-burning boilers with an induced draft that calls for her tall stack. The stack of ASSINBOIA was shortened in the early fifties during her conversion to oil fuel; this distinguishes the sisters. Again, when the stack is placed so far aft, the smoke and cinders are carried aft to fall clear of the fantail. By dinnertime, the daylight subdues, beginning a sunset that holds its glow for about an hour afterwards. The dining room's warm paneling takes KEEWATIN's tall stack. on a mellow tone now. After our meal, the passengers gather under the "flower well" for "sing song". The songs we sing seem to come from the "good years" when our KEEWATIN was new. "Home on the Range" makes us think of those passengers whose journey will continue westward toward the Pacific by train in the morning. After "sing song", there is dancing to phonograph music in the ballroom. Friday morning brings a brief call at Port Arthur while the first sitting passengers are at breakfast. We of the second sitting are at breakfast while KEEWATIN moves up the Kaministiquia River to dock at Fort William. After breakfast we transfer shore to the Royal Edward Hotel for a night's stay while our ship lies over to unload and load freight. What is to be seen in what we expect to be an overgrown frontier town? In entering Port Arthur we have already seen the fantastic skyline of huge grain elevators that stretch along Thunder Bay between the neighboring cities, with all the appearance of a great city of their own. Out in the harbor are large rafts of pulpwood logs, tended by tugs and waiting to be moved down Lake Superior to the Soo. In both towns, there are beds of colorful flowers everywhere, recalling a similar fondness for flowers one sees in England. Back along the river,