MusEuM AND Art NOotTES 95

nothing more picturesque in the whole of Western Canada than Barkerville. Its
jumbled roofs; its quaint substantial log houses; its tottering sidewalks; its whole
outline against the green hills, would delight the soul of an artist. A hundred worth-
while studies of it could be made by such an artist as D. Y. Cameron, for the atmos-
phere of Barkerville is unique. If Barkerville were somewhere else it could not
possibly escape the attentions of
painter or etcher, for Barkerville
has an “air” that is indescribable.
Few places indeed have survived
the ravages of time as it has done.
Many photographic studies were
made during the celebrations, but
the writer hopes that some day
some artist of repute will visit
Barkerville and place on canvas .
enduring impressions which will
find their way into our picture
galleries.

By Friday evening the deep
peace that pervades everything in
and around Barkerville had given
place to the sound of many auto-
mobiles, the hammering of the
decorators, and the glad _ fore-
gathering and re-union of old-
timers im the busy street. - The
one hotel was quite incapable of
housing the influx of eight hun-
dred people. The McKinnon Hos-
telry was filled to the roof;
private houses were also taxed to
capacity; many tents were put up
and a number of visitors were
resigned to sleeping in their
motor cars. Many never went to
bed at all. The writer has never
seen so many happy people in his
life, all perfectly satisfied with

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MonuMENTS Boarp to enjoy themselves completely.
Such crowds had not been seen in Barkerville for possibly sixty years, and the
chances of a similar gathering in the future were very remote.

By the afternoon of the 10th the town was pretty well filled and everything set
for the unveiling. An early arrival was Mr. Harry Jones, ex-member of the Provin-
cial Parliament, and the central figure of the ceremonies. The writer had spent a
most happy and profitable hour with Mr. Jones at Stanley two days previously, Mr.
Jones being one of the vital personalities of the Upper Country and probably the
oldest survivor of Barkerville in its hey-day. At his advanced age Mr. Jones has still
a very clear and retentive memory. He has so many precious stories to tell which,