Chaleur Bay

The railway station of Bathurst, New Brunswick, did not look particularly merry at two o'clock of a late September morning.

There was an easterly haze driving in from the Baie des Chaleurs, and the darkness was so saturated with chilly moisture that an honest downpour of rain would have been a relief.

Two or three depressed and solemn travelers yawned in the waiting room, which smelled horribly of smoky lamps.

The telegraph instrument in the ticket office clicked spasmodically for a minute, then relapsed into gloomy silence.

The railway station of Bathurst, New Brunswick, did not look particularly merry at two o'clock of a late September morning.

There was an easterly haze driving in from the Baie de Chaleur, and the darkness was so saturated with chilly moisture that an honest downpour of rain would have been a relief.

Two or three depressed and solemn travelers yawned in the waiting room, which smelled horribly of smoky lamps.

The telegraph instrument in the ticket office clicked spasmodically for a minute, then relapsed into gloomy silence.