of whom, though still youn▓g, had made scores of trips between the ba▓rns and the principal ports of Great Br●itain.
A short run down the● spur brought us to the main line of t▓he Canadian Pacific; our cars were joined to a t▓rain that was making up, and we made our way to▓ the caboose that had been ramm▓ed on behind.Tho
ugh the companie●s permit it, train men look with ●no kindly eye on the intrusio●n of traveling “cow-punchers” into their ho●me and castle.As we emerged into the ●glare of the tail-lights, carrying our bu●ndles and poles, a surly growl gave u●s greeting:
“Huh! ’Nother bloo▓dy bunch o’ cattle stiffs!”
A steady ▓run of thirty-six hours, enlivened b▓y changes of caboose at unsee▓mly hours, crews of increasing surliness, and a ●tramp along the cars at every halt to “punch 〃埊em up” brought us to Montreal.Th▓e feeders at