THE ENGINE REACHES YALE ! ! !

On the 15th of May, last year, Mr. Bray, fairly commenced work upon the Railway contract by firing the first shot at Tunnel No. 1, a short distance East of Yale; since that time work has been pushed ahead with what energy is known to our readers here. Suffice it to say that today the track is laid from the landing at Emory past Yale Creek Bridge, and soon will pass through Nos. 1, 2, 3 and 4 tunnels, to the big cut where work is being daily continued and will be soon finished. Between that point and the Big Tunnel, 15 miles up the line, there are many places where the road bed is ready; but at points it will take some time to complete the work in hand — perhaps two or three months, before the Engine can put in an appearance at Tunnel City. In the meantime, balancing, etc., can be done down this way. We learn that the upper Section, in the vicinity of Spence's Bridge (80 miles up the line,) a large amount of work has been done, and the grade placed in readiness. It will thus be seen that the whole construct is well in hand. As we purpose passing over the line at an early day we need not dwell upon the subject at present. —Tuesday at noon it was discovered that the rails would enable the Engine to reach the middle of the town by evening. An impromptu committee, consisting Messrs. Mitchell, Leiser and McPhee soon waited upon a few of our inhabitants and raised 'the needful.' Powder and a barrel of beer were procured, and the Engine with a shrill whistle announcing its presence at 6 p.m., the 'little giant' cannon roared out a salute in response, Messrs Ash, Corbitt, Fisher & Carry, gunners, while the workmen under Mr. Munro, slaked their thirst in the foaming beverage, and for a few minutes, at least, many were made happy in honor of the long-looked for day, when an Engine would reach Yale. After a brief stay the engine and four cars with three lorries left with the 30 odd workmen for their head quarters at Emory. The occasion was one of those when the bestowers and receivers appeared gratified.

The following lines were written by the North West Poet, F.J. Hunt, Esq., upon the occasion of the Railway connection at Winnipeg, and are worthy of being reproduced today in Yale: Ring out ye bells, o'er wood and plain Ring out with joy; ring out again. Ye banners gaily wave on high; Be jubilant beneath the sky. Another victory is won — Another triumph greets the sun — Where Peace — the mother — fruitful lays Her spoils to speed the coming days. With the fair South — and far off lands This day, the North strikes willing hands. Emerging from uncounted time — And kindred space — alike sublime. Vast solitudes where silence reigns — O'er waiting fields and fertile plains, The harbourage of an empire's strength Thro' all its succoring breadth and length. Brave clime, what future is not thine?— Prefigured by each iron line — What talisman is this "the rail?" What pictures doth it not unveil? The yellow harvests nodding prime, The swarthy treasures of the mine. The strength and fatness of the land — O'erflowing to each foreign strand. The leagues that shrink beneath its sway Till time and distance melt away. Here at the portals of the west A gateway by the people blest — Will rise a city fair and great Fit outcome of the rooted state. Where wealth and learning, hand in hand, Will culture spread throughout the land. When industry will vie with art To deck and fashion forth the mart, The broad exchange, where boundless plains Diffuse or centralize their gains. Then let the day all jocund be — That knits us to the either sea — That binds us with an iron band — Of friendship to the neighbor land — The kindred nation by our side That marks us with a generous pride Intent on destiny; as we, Alike unfettered, strong and free.