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out of his local knowledge, but he meant it as a compliment, 

 and I took it as such. 



"Good-bye, boss; you come again, an' if I shoot a fifty- 

 pointer, I keep him for you," and the red man shouldered 

 a seventy-pound pack, lifted his gun, and drifted slowly down 

 the road out of sight. 



Glenwood has grown considerably since I was there in 

 1903. They have been busy at the saw-mills, and had made 

 no fewer than seven million planks in 1905, and houses 

 had sprung up on all hands. Only that unique institution 

 the Reid Newfoundland Railroad went on as usual. The 

 primitive rolling stock and the problematical road bed were 

 still there, serving as a highway for numerous goats. Now 

 goats are clever creatures, and, though they used the track 

 as their path through the woods, they had also discovered 

 the safest thoroughfare. Certainly there was reason why 

 the trains could not overrun a goat, but there was no reason 

 why the goats, like Mark Twain's cow, should not come 

 aboard and bite the passengers. 



We had quite a safe and uneventful journey to St. John's. 

 At Terra-Nova some trifle occurred to cause a delay of 

 two hours. At Whitburn we ran off the track, and ploughed 

 up the permanent way for about 200 yards. This contre- 

 temps occurred close to the station, so section men got to 

 work and put us on again. Then at Avondale the cylinder 

 head or something blew off the engine, and we had time 

 to do a little berry-picking and make sarcastic remarks. 

 However, we reached St. John's within a day of the adver- 

 tised time, which is considered pretty good travelling in 

 Newfoundland. 



