bordered blanket costumes, the gay toques and sashes, the broidered moccasins, the vari- colored mittens, all worn alike by lads and lasses, the glitter of snows beneath thousands of artificial lights, and beyond it all the black sky line of cedars along the mountain crest, and, far alofi in the frozen heavens the white gleam of stars, scintillating from everlasting to everlasting.

In an incredibly short time our turn came. They tucked me well in to the bow, packed three others on behind me, down on one knee flopped our agile steerer, and we were off-- slowly, slowly at first, with a subtle, deadly sort of movement, like the waters creeping fatefully to the brink of Niagara; then with a quick, sharp flash down the “shute”[sic], and we whizzed through a world of light to the crest of the first dip.

“Hang on now!” was all I heard from somewhere aft of me, and the next instant we dropped, down, down, a seemingly endless abyss, while the lights flashed by like the teeth of a comb, and we sped along something like horizontally again.

“Look out now, and hang on; we’re going to jump the second dip!”

Hardly had the words reached my [ears] before the toboggan leapt four feet into the air, struck the track, flat as the proverbial pancake, about fifteen feet beyond, and careened madly, wildly onward, sla[ck]ing gently and reluctantly a half mile further on. The instant we stopped stalwart arms assisted us to scramble out of the way before the next toboggan came crashing down. I had not time to think of that headlong plunge, of my fiozen brain, of my hands strained with their desperate clutch on the ropes. The big steerer hurried me into a warm, bright booth, where girls with glowing cheeks and sparkling eyes were drinking hot, savory beef tea. They gave me a large bOWlfi.ll, which I swallowed gladly while they told me a story of an American who had taken his first trip down the previous day. ‘

“I would not have missed that ride for a thousand dollars,” he remarked to the gallant young Montrealer who piloted him.

“I’m glad you like it,” laughed the latter “get warmed up now and we’ll try it again.” “No, thank you,” replied the visitor, “I would not take that trip again for $10,000.”

Nor would he, despite all coaxing, “for,” said he, “I have a wife and children in Baltimore- -and they need me.”

On the return tramp I thought of the Chinaman, who, when asked what he thought of tobogganing, said: “It’s just swir-r-r! walkee backee millee.” But that same walk back is what puts the life into you, that warms every particle of your body to blood heat, that sends young life and vigor bounding through your veins in a way that defies cold and danger, and intoxicates you into the state of pluck and fearlessness requisite to repeat the whirlwind ride.