Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: One glorious summer week I tripped across the continent from the quiet peaceful beauty of the Rockies with every good intention of joining the Canadian Artillery. A chance meeting with a man from Vancouver who had been accepted for R. N. V. R. and the path of Fate swerved off. I think it was the prospect of a vast exciting game that seemed to call. "Hunting submarines" in a speedy motor launch, to any one with imagination, has the smack and tang of the old Armada days and seemed to promise a sport, in comparison with which, big game hunting was child's play. So I think this branch of service made its appeal to the sporting sense of many of the R. N. V. R. officers, and gathered in a particular kind of man, whose joy was bucking up against things that required his own initiative to win through. Especially is this true of the Colonials -- we have many Canadians and New Zealanders. Truly enough the man who has been yearning for excitement gets all he wants on occasions. Even at the most ordinary times, when Fritz is not paying anybody particular attention, the sea itself will give you as an exciting a time in a Movie as ever could be obtained by stalking grizzly in the wild spaces of the Rocky Mountains. Moreover, it needs just about as much "nerve" to nurse and coddle a Movy in the teeth of a gale with a sea rolling in, that has been rolling waves along, which never seem to have stopped once since they left New York on their slow and solemn progress across the Atlantic. They say a Movie can't capsize and that statement I would almost endorse from a multitude of experiences, when she has rolled gunwales under and we have all hung on to something or other, soaked to the knees, but with a grip more tenacious than that with which a mountaineer ever scaled the Alps. The excitem...