cuuuirci #*• • * ■ • oThe C.P.R. is a wonderfully safe road to travel on, and seldom kill a passenger, although occasionallysomeone dies of heart failure afterlooking at their freight charges. I noticed this twelve miles out fromFernie. Just after daylight thevigilant engineer saw somethingwhite across the track. It was a1- : # ' . ? 1washout, and standing on the airhe—plunged,—into-it«—Part-of-theengine went off, and all the cars were more or less ditched except the Pullman, I was asleep in the Pullman and did not awake untilan hour after the accident, which is an excellent testimonial for thegentle and efficient manner in which the C. P. R. conduct their slight mishaps. Not a soul or body was injured in the wreck and after a delay of a few hours,giving the passengers a chance to watch the coke ovens at Fernie tint the ozone witha light black smoke, the train resumed motion and enabled us toreach that western Mecca, Nelson, just as the policemen were rubbing their eyes,and the rumble of presses told me that the two Daily Losers were about to flood the citv withintelligence. From Nelson to New Denver the time passed quickly, Joe Bradshaw had a month’s storiesto tell me,the principal serial being about the way Oib Stanley had located a stream of cool,limpid water.