Only 23 days before I meet my fate on July 8, 1917 #TomThomson

A southbound freight train comes from North Bay. I flag it down and I am on my way to Huntsville.

I embrace solitude

Finally, we make it to Scotia Junction. I am the only one to get off.

1916 The Poacher #tt1916

Fred Varley tried to set me up with wife's half-sister. I didn't appreciate that.

1915 Backwater http://t.co/J5EY9FBoGK #tt1915

We make it past a washout, several sectionmen are there. We pass through Rainy Lake

1915 Figure of a Lady #tt1915

At Brule Lake we stop to fill up for water. Shortly after we reach the summit - 1,607 feet and it's downhill from here to Georgian Bay.

By 1913 J.R. Booth could cut any tree he wanted in the Park.

Early Spring, painted on April 3, 1917

At each trestle, we stop. The trestle is inspected by the engineer. Then the train crawls across at an old man's walking pace.

By the end of 1916, recruits were not keeping up with casualties. Conscription was in the air

The train is perilously slow going through the Park. If you're lucky, this train reaches a top speed of 15 miles per hour.

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It was Fred Varley who originally encouraged me to devote more time to art.

23 days until I meet my fate. Solve the mystery Who Killed #TomThomson

No one sees me, I think. But I see Rose Thomas, 10 yr-old daughter peering at me from the second floor window.

The train comes. Since it's a freight, I need to wave it down. The Station Master, Edwin Thomas is not around.