. The call of the West -letters from British Columbia . S , CAIMLANO l. AIMI. INO M IMI-. To face p. 266. THE TERMINAL CITY. 267 ? cannot see the bridge, only the dizzy drop below ;some of the passengers get quite nervous. But weget safely to the end of the line at last, and thenwhat a relief it is to unpack, for it is really aprocess of unpacking, getting out of that hot mass ofhumanity, so closely packed that one couldnt movehand or foot, and the people on the seats werenearly smothered. They stream out, one afteranother ; it seems thai at least fifty must have gotout, and
. The call of the West -letters from British Columbia . S , CAIMLANO l. AIMI. INO M IMI-. To face p. 266. THE TERMINAL CITY. 267 ? cannot see the bridge, only the dizzy drop below ;some of the passengers get quite nervous. But weget safely to the end of the line at last, and thenwhat a relief it is to unpack, for it is really aprocess of unpacking, getting out of that hot mass ofhumanity, so closely packed that one couldnt movehand or foot, and the people on the seats werenearly smothered. They stream out, one afteranother ; it seems thai at least fifty must have gotout, and yet the pressure is scarcely relieved at allwhere we are. At last we can move, and. after along struggle, we finally find ourselves on the white, dusty load. It doesnt sound a particularly attractive way ofholiday-making, dot-s it*/ Bui what follows isworth the discomfort of the journey. it is fortunate thai the walk to the Suspension Bridge is short, for the dust raised by the autos issomething appalling. Bui once there our troublesarc ended—until we star! to go borne. The inv
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