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it and I was glad to get out of its shadow and into 

 the sunshine. 



When the train backed down to the station, pre- 

 paring for its start, I found on the platform a Bangor 

 taxidermist whose reputation in that line is almost 

 national. He was bound for nearly the same hunt- 

 ing ground as myself, as was also a noted salmon 

 fisherman with his two sons. The train, which should 

 run every day — for it is so nominated in the bond — 

 ran only every other day, and was made up of freight 

 cars, gravel cars and a couple of passenger coaches. 

 Among the passengers were a number of Indian 

 guides, lumbermen, a sprinkling of sportsmen, and 

 last, but not least, some very pretty women. The 

 schedule time from Perth to the end of the line is two 

 hours lacking five minutes. As the distance is only 

 twenty-eight miles, it would seem that an engine 

 with any ambition in its piston rod ought to be able 

 to "get in on time." But this particular engine is 

 not particular whether it does or does not meet the 

 schedule's demand, and the common report is that it 

 does not. 



When we were about half-way on the trip a comely- 

 looking young woman told the conductor she wished 

 to get off. When he stopped the train, it chanced to 

 be on a high embankment at the bottom of which ran 

 a road, with the Tobique River just beyond it. The 

 young woman now left the car, the conductor helping 



