SIBERIA AND ITS RAILWAY 



' Clime of the East ! that to the hunter's bow 

 And roving herds of savage men wert sold— 

 Their cone-roofed wigwams pierced the wintry snow, 

 Their tasselled corn crept sparsely through the mould, 

 Their bark canoes thy glorious waters clave, 

 The chase their glory and the wild their grave- 

 Look up ! a loftier destiny behold." 



— L. H. SiGOURNET. 



"Railroad iron is a magician's rod, in its power to evoke the sleeping 

 energies of land and water."— R. W. Emerson. 



