CHAPTER FOUR: 7.5 m. s a young girl, Kathleen Keefe used to sit at the window of her family’s farmhouse and watch the trains travel between Emerald Junction and Borden. The house was so close to the railway tracks that it shook as the trains passed through Kinkora. This was the one rail line that carried all passengers and freight on and off Prince Edward Island. It was a busy stretch of rail line, and the station at Kinkora was a beehive of activity. From there, passengers would embark and disembark, potatoes and other freight would be loaded, mail would be dispatched and delivered and incoming supplies from the mainland would be dropped off for shipment to neighbouring communities and local businesses. The railway, which threaded its way throughout Island communities, was interwoven into the fabric of Island life. It was not only a means of transportation, it also established a pattern for Islanders themselves who would adjust the tempo of their lives to the arrivals and departures of the train. The train whistle was a signature note in the pastoral symphony of the Island countryside. School children memorized the sequence of stations. Special trains were put on to shuttle mourners from funerals to graveyards and to carry hockey teams and their high spirited supporters to games from one end of the Island to another. Excursion trains conveyed people and brass bands and fiddlers to tea parties and country fairs. Newly weds boarded trains which whisked them away on their honeymoon, which for many was their first time away from home. And, as thousands of Islanders left in search of a better life on the Prairies or in 41