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cars, and they were experts of a curious quality of their own.

Whatever the Canadian Pacific Railway is (and it has its critics),
there can be no doubt that, as an organization, it captures the
loyalty, as it calls forth all the keenness and ability of its
servants. It is something that quickens their imagination and
stimulates their enthusiasm. There was something warm and invigorating
about the way each man set up within himself a counsel of
perfection--which he intended to exceed. Waiters, negro car porters,
brakemen, secretaries--every man on that staff of sixty odd determined
that _his_ department was going to be a living example, not of what he
could do, but of what the C.P.R. could do.

The _esprit de corps_ was remarkable. Mr. Calder told us at the end of
the trip that as far as the staff working of the train was concerned he
need not have been in control. He had not issued a single order, nor a
single reprimand in the three months. The men knew their work
perfectly; they did it perfectly.

When one thinks of a great organization animated from the lowest worker
to the President by so lively and extraordinarily human a spirit of
loyalty that each worker finds delight in improving on instructions,
one must admit that it has the elements of greatness in it.

My own impression after seeing it working and the work it has done,
after seeing the difficulties it has conquered, the districts it has
opened up, the towns it has brought into being, is that, as an
organization, the Canadian Pacific Railway is great, not merely as a
trading concern, but as an Empire-building factor. Its vision has been
big beyond its own needs, and the Dominion today owes not a little to
the great men of the C.P.R., who were big-minded enough to plan, not
only for themselves, but also for all Canada.

And the big men are still alive. In Quebec we had the good fortune to
meet Lord Shaughnessy, whose acute mind was the very soul of the C.P.R.
until he retired from the Presidency a short time ago, and Mr. Edward
W. Beatty, who has succeeded him.

Lord Shaughnessy may be a retired lion, but he is by no means a dead
one. A quiet man of powerful silences, whose eyes can be ruthless, and
his lips wise. A man who appears disembodied on first introduction,
for one overlooks the rest of him under the domination of his head and
eyes.

The best description of Mr. Beatty lies in the first question one wants
to ask him, which is, "Are