One drug store in Hamilton had half-a-dozen six-ounce bottles neatly put up and labelled "Gasoline: Handle with Care;" another had two gallons, which we purchased.

The price was high, but the price of gasoline is the very least of the concerns of automobiling.
On the way to London a forward spring collapsed entirely.

Binding the broken leaves together with wire we managed to get in all right, but the next morning we were delayed an hour while a wheelwright made a more permanent repair.
Monday, the 22d, was one of the record days.

Leaving London at half-past nine we took the Old Sarnia Gravel for Sarnia, some seventy miles away.

With scarcely a pause, we flew over the superb road, hard gravel every inch of it, and into Sarnia at one o'clock for luncheon.
Over an hour was spent in lunching, ferrying across the river, and getting through the two custom-houses.
Canada is an anachronism.