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prediction happily not fulfilled, for he was able to secure 

 his brother Frank a " foxy man/' as Jack described him, 

 meaning red-haired and bearded, a man with as genial a 

 temper and as broad a back as ever added to the gaiety of 

 a camp. With Frank he engaged George Arnold, a quiet, 

 religious, hard-working individual of fifty or so, to whom 

 I took a great liking. 



While Jack was thus making up the strength of the 

 party in Glovertown I bought the few necessaries of which 

 we were short, and also my licence, to which the Newfound- 

 land Government, in most kind recognition of my recent 

 attempt to open up the Labrador as a sporting-field, added 

 the right to kill some extra stags. Then, in the afternoon, 

 my friend Judge Prowse, who had interested himself in 

 the success of my trip to an extent for which I shall always 

 be grateful, drove me to the station at the upper end of 

 the town by the head of the estuary. From there the rail- 

 way runs for five hundred and thirty-seven miles, first 

 north, then in a south-westerly curve to Port-aux-Basques 

 on Cabot Strait, the point of departure for Canadian ter- 

 ritory. 



The railway is now under the control of the enterprising 

 Reid Newfoundland Company. Through forests, over rivers, 

 beside lakes, the line runs, with a station every dozen miles 

 or so, a station that often consists of no more than the 

 wooden cabin of the section-man, whose business it is to 

 keep the permanent way. 



My destination, Terra Nova, lies one hundred and 

 seventy-one miles distant from St. John's, and is reached 

 in something over eight hours by the express ; thus it was 

 far into the small hours shortly before three o'clock, in 

 fact when the train attendant put his head into my sleep- 

 ing-car and informed me that twenty minutes more would 

 bring me to my station. The train was running with a 

 roar and a creak between deep woods of spruce, that flashed 



