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IQIQ THE LAMPS<br />
A.C.R. 10557 stands on a long siding in the Northland. She<br />
is well up in the heart of Arcadia, about 113 miles from her<br />
base at the Fall of St. Marie. She has the siding to herself, for<br />
there is no congestion of traffic. Yokohama is not calling for<br />
billets of shell steel this year; and there are other deficiencies<br />
on the road. She was dragged northward over trestle and grade<br />
right behind the engine of a mixed train, and her crew of "brush<br />
artists," as the brakeman called them, divided themselves for the<br />
journey between the passenger coach and the cab of the locomotive.<br />
The plumy spruce and hemlocks tower above the little<br />
car. Her new paint is in keeping with the red maples. The brown<br />
bracken banks the side of the track, the black Agawa flows<br />
quietly below bordered with deep yellow birch and ash and<br />
grey-green alder; and the pine-topped rock walls of Agawa<br />
Canyon go up into the mist on either side. Two of the "brush<br />
artists" are fitting on the third wheel of a railway "pede," supplied<br />
by the road for short runs on the track, the two others<br />
are putting a canoe into the black river. And in this land of<br />
color we must note the fitness of the bright toy vermilion of<br />
the new "pede," and the deep faded crimson of the canoe<br />
against the dark water. Sketching kits and umbrellas are loaded<br />
on the cross bar and tail board of the "pede," and some experimenting<br />
is done to settle how two may sit on the seat and work<br />
the handle and pedals intended for one, but the little machine<br />
soon goes ringing down the track until some attractive composition<br />
of spruce tops or rock and maple calls for sketching.<br />
The canoeists are off down the river on a similar quest, gliding<br />
through the yellow floating leaves, and breaking the still reflections<br />
of crimson and gold and green with waving streamers of<br />
sky color, until they land where the silent Agawa wakes in a<br />
long rapid. On their return they are glad to see the smoke of<br />
the home fire rising among the trees. They find that J<br />
has got home first, with a theory of artistic composition about<br />
supper, and this is soon waiting for the ready appetites of the<br />
work-gang. Pork and Beans, Spaghetti, Scrambled Eggs,<br />
Bacon, Toast, Porridge and Marmalade! Your homely names<br />
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