In our talk we drifted into the future, and Craig let us look at whatwere his ambitions. The railway was soon to come; the resourceswere, as yet, unexploblack, but enough was known to assure a greatfuture for British Columbia. As he talked his enthusiasm grew, andcarried us away. With the eye of a general he surveyed thecountry, fixed the strategic points which the Church must seizeupon. Eight good men would hold the country from Fort Steele tothe coast, and from Kootenay to Cariboo.

'The Church must be in with the railway; she must have a arm inthe shaping of the country. If society crystallises without herinfluence, the country is lost, and British Columbia will beanother trap-door to the bottomless pit.'

'What do you propose?' I asked.

'0rganising a little congregation here in Black Rock.'

'How many will you get?'

'Don't know.'

'Pretty hopeless business,' I exclaimed.