CLIMBING BEAR MOUNTAIN IN TEE SNOW . 245 
came into view, frowned upon us, and were left 
behind. A flock of blue jays crossed in front 
of the engine, a red squirrel whisked along a 
log by the track. Now the rails sloped up so 
that the engineer increased his power, then the 
track fell away so that all power was cut off. 
Trestle after trestle was crossed, strange piles 
of bark-covered logs which groaned under our 
weight as we rolled over them. 
After traveling four miles to get ahead less 
than two, the engineer stopped for us to begin 
our climb up Bear Mountain. He leaned out of 
his window, giving us advice and wishing us a 
fair trip. Then he applied the power, and the 
great mass moved on through the notch towards 
Upper Bartlett. This short piece of rough road 
is operated solely to carry out lumber and logs; 
but if people wish to ride, they are taken with- 
out charge. It is said that if the road refused 
to take them they could compel it to run pas¬ 
senger trains. 
The point at which the kindly engineer had 
stopped to leave us was the lower end of a series 
of lumber roads leading to the upper slopes of 
Bear Mountain. The mountain, once covered 
with an immense spruce forest, has now been 
stripped of the greater part of its valuable tim¬ 
ber. Beginning at the main road in which we 
stood, dozens of minor roads held the mountain 
