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     PRINCE OF WALLS COLLEGE 
     
     On a cloudy September afternoon in the year 1913, I stood outside our 
     
    

    
     road gate with my not very extensive wardrobe in an old black valise, 
     
     awaiting the mail carrier, Neil MacNevin, with whom I would ride to the 
     
     city to enroll as a First Yeur student in Prince. of Wales College. For a 
     
     - long time, I had looked forward to- this day: that would bring release from 
     
     the daily grind of farm chores, but, now that it had arrived, I was } . 
     
     beginning to have some second thoughts. It occurred to me that F was about 
     
     to step out on a new road -- a road that would/entirely ulike that upon 
     
     which I had hitherto been traveling. It seemed highly doubtful that, once 
     
     upon this new road, there could ever be any turning back. Henceforth, my 
     
     days at homes would be merely visits; my place in the familiar scheme of 
     
     things would be filled by someone else. The realization was distinctly not 
     
     a pleasing one, and I ques tioned whether, after all, the possible gains 
     
     would compensate for the certain losses. But, while I stood thers weighing 
     
     the pros and cons, Neil came along; I climbed into the buckboard and we 
     
     were off to the city where I would make my home with an aunt during the 
     
     next ten months. 
     
    

    
     | At sharp eight o'clock on the following Monday morning, together with a 
     
     couple of hundred other neophytes, I sat in the College Assembly Hall 
     
     while br. Samuel N. Robertson, the college principal, welcomed us to the 
     
     school. He went on to enumerate the regulations which would be our guide- 
     
     lines during the ensuing term,.after- which we were assigned to the 
     
     divisions in which we would attend the various classes. By far the greater 
     
     number Of the group were from rural schools. It was easy to pick us out; 
     
     like all country folk, we didn't apj,ear entirely comfortable in our 
     
     "dress-up" clothes. This was not so noticeable among the girls, but they: 
     
    
   
   
    
     too were obviously aware of, and greatly in awe of, our new surroundings. 
     
    
   
   
    
     I am sure that we all secretly admired and envied the Sang-froid with which