120 My Dogs in the Northland 



train. We had hardly been travelling more 

 than an hour, when some obstruction — if 

 we remember correctly, it was a misplaced 

 switch on the track — threw our engine and 

 all of the cars following, off the track. The 

 baggage car, which as usual was next to the 

 engine, turned sideways and thus went 

 down a small embankment. This erratic 

 movement caused the sliding door in the 

 lower side of the car to speedily fly open. 

 The instant the door thus opened Jack 

 sprang out (so we were afterwards told). 

 He struck the ground before the car had 

 ceased moving and rolled over in the dirt, 

 but quickly rose up unhurt, and disap- 

 peared from the view of the baggage men. 

 Such was the speed with which we were go- 

 ing when the accident occurred that the car 

 in which Mrs. Young and I were sitting was 

 shot or broken almost completely off its run- 

 ning gear. Fortunately nobody in our car 

 was hurt. 



We, of course, all sprang at once to our 

 feet and rushed for the door. We were 

 thankful to find that it had not jammed, 

 and so we w T ere able to get out very quickly. 

 As our seat had been very near the door, 



