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TWENTY-THIRD EDITION

fore they needed another “shot” they
were on their way to Kamloops gaol
for a month.

A Practical Joker

There was a trainman on the way
freight named Haggerty, who was
a great practical joker. One time he
rigged up half a match with an elec-
tric band in a match box. The idea
was to wind the match in the elastic
band, carefully shut the box, and look
around for a victim. In this case it was
one of the local women going to Kam-
loops to do some shopping. This par-
ticular lady was a talker, and most
curious about everything that was go-
ing on. Haggerty strolled along the
car and she hailed him, to find out the
local gossip. He showed her the match
box, and gave a build-up about how,
down the line at Boulder he had un-
loaded a bunch of bananas, from
which a big tarantula spider had
crawled out. He had caught it and
killed it, and he had it in the match
box and was taking it to Kamloops
to show the agricultural inspector. Of
course the woman wanted to see it,
but she was afraid to touch the box.
Haggerty assured her it was dead and
quite harmless, and finally her curi-
ousity got the best of her and she
gingerly accepted the box. Holding it
with one hand she pushed it open
with the other. The match whirred;
the woman let out a deafening shriek
and tossed her arms and the box up
in the air. Haggerty kept out of her
way the rest of the trip.

Another time he did one on me.
‘There was a store at Clearwater that
sold well-matured Canadian cheese,
and whenever I went there my wife
asked me to bring back a couple of
pounds. This particular time I had a
couple of pounds, which I left on the
table in the baggage car. Arriving at
Blue River I picked up the parcel and
took it home. Later my wife asked me
about it. I replied I had left it on the
kitchen table. She asked me if I had
seen what was in the parcel. “Well,”
I replied, ‘‘Cheese, isn’t it?” “No,” she
said. “A turnip cut up to look like a
wedge of cheese!” The train had gone

when I reached the station, but the
agent handed me a parcel with the
compliments of Bill Haggerty. Unlike
many practical jokers, Haggerty’s
efforts were always harmless. I was
sorry to learn only recently that he
died in Kamloops several years ago.

At Avola, 27 miles down the line,
the local stopping-place was run by
an old chap named Tom Fowler. Tom
was a real character. If he was sober
he could find you a room, at other
times you could find it yourself. Most
of the commercial travelers who
stayed over night knew their rooms.
His kitchen was none to clean but he
could put up a meal with the air of
the head chef of the Waldorf
Astoria, and if you didn’t eat it, he
told you where you could go—and
there wasn’t any other cafe in town.
Once when I stopped for lunch with
my small son George, the child em-
barrassed me by refusing to eat a dish
of raspberries because there were so
many flies on it. Tom was a veteran
of the N.W.M. Police and had been
through the Riel rebellion. He was
present at the capture of Louis Riel,
attended the trial, and was at Regina
during the months that Riel waited in
vain for Royal clemency. Tom’s ac-
count of the execution made a deep
impression on his listeners. He was
well read and had an extensive
library, and could hold forth in-
telligently on almost any subject; from
the classics to local affairs.

I could go on at length recalling in-
cidents and experiences of my tenure
at Blue River, but as I do not wish to
bore my readers will call it “thirty”
for now. * *

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