ee less comforthble than those in first cluss. lowever, ag an up=country farmer Once expressed it, "hey both get ye to where you're goin! at about th! same time, don't they? What's th! point in spendin! more money than ye have to?" For tobacco users, each car had a small smoking section, complete with spittoons placed within convenient range of each seat.

Those old locomotives had a whistle that sounded like no other train whistle that I have ever heard: a high-pitched, eerie wail somewhat like that of the open-gir peanut roasters that once were common. The train for Summerside and Tignish passed our home area at a distance of about five miles. We couldn't see it, but with an east wind we could hear the whistle as she blew for the various level crossings along the route. Hearing that shrill blast was almost as rewarding and thrilling as seeing the train; it always left us small fry with a pleasant sense of having been in touch with a world outside the prosaic events and objects that were a part of our daily lives.

My first train ride was in the spring of 1914. I had completed my first year in Prince of Wales College and had come home to await Commencement Day. This event came at a time when work on the farm was at a peak, with all the opera tions involved in planting running in high gear. Since no | horse could be spared from the fields, I was given thirty-five cents and directed to walk to Colvills Siding where I would board the train for Charlottetown. I could, of course, have struck out and started walking to the city -- it was only about four miles farther than Colville -- and I would have been certain to have been given a lift, Some whare along the road. I would aiso have saved my thirty-five cents ~=- no inconsiderable sum in that day -- but traveling by rail seemed to offer something in the way of high adventure that more than justified my making the long tramp to the

Siding.