A. Stewart MacDonald D.F.C., M.D. C,.M. from New Westminster, where the bridge spans the river. At that point many salmon boats can be seen on the river. That was the year of the floods. We on PEI heard much about the flood in Winnipeg, which I was able to view on my way West. Life on the railway gang is not all fun. At times I was the only Canadian in a gang of about 200 men, mostly from Poland, and all orders were given to the men in Polish. One time three Canadians from Cape Breton arrived; they only stayed a week. There were four foremen who stood over the men. We were lifting the track along the Fraser River by about six feet with sand, which would keep the water from flooding Port Mann. The trains kept running all the time, which meant the tracks had to be kept in repair. The men thought I was just a soft student who taught them English, Math and History in the evenings, but one day the foreman had to go away down the track. When the foremen were away, not even a shovel was lifted. As long as one kept working, no matter how slowly, nothing was said, but stop for one second and the foreman was right there. On returning, the foreman was quite mad and called us just a bunch of ”CD. sheep.” I walked up to him and said, ”Don't call us a sheep or I’ll drive this shovel through you.” He just turned pale and walked away. He told the head boss, he was afraid that I might do it. After that, the men thought I was as tough as any of them. I learned that the food was excellent but no one was allowed to speak at the table or he was ordered to shut up. The cook stood at the door and saw that everyone washed his hands before entering. A month after I was there, the time- keeper of the CNR was going on a month’s leave, and I was hired by the CNR to fill his position. The principal in Toronto was not too pleased with this move. After a month 139