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land [Met "01"“ 5"" ‘M'ayatem: "Attention. please. Char-fol Georgette Draper oi the “mp‘tered coach Iron-i Canoe Lakeot' atat'I. and camp cook Hugh Mc- Donald, all of Ottawa, i i A moment later there was a .Jangllng. crunching crash. a. nightmare of whirling unrealityt leth pain unnoticed, and then 1“ val ltlll. There was no panic. no cry of pain, no hysteria. “We had been coming up be. hind the truck at about twice Its speed". Mr. Fogo later re- Icalled. “and the truck was go- . ing between 20 and 30 miles an thour. i I "1 don't know whether the driver tried to turn out and 'pass or not. but it he did he never made it. i “We plowed Into the hack 0! the truck alrnoat dead-centre. “The bus seemed to stagger under us. "It shuddered. there was a horrible grinding sound. and then it flipped over. "Children and luggage filled the inside in a tumbled mess. ‘ | Children Didn't Panic. “Thank God the kids kept their heads and didn’t panic. “They were scared. Who {wasn'fl But they scrambled out ;without pushing and causing‘ ‘more injuries." i The driver didn't move. ‘ Little Johnny Rowan-Len. lbchtnd him, crawled ahead and tout through the shattered wind- iahleld. Blood from cut! on laces. hands. legs, ran along the cream enamelled ceiling of the bus. which was now a wall. The huge vehicle lay on its left side, across the ditch at the right of the road. its tront end in a grain field. smashed and twisted and groteaque with wire ilenclng taut over the hump o! it: wreckage. Dump Truck Wrecked. A dozen yards away the dump itruck lay broken, in the ditch. its cab crumbled under it, wheels upward, one pair or the huge double wheels ripped oft. lits load a! gravel strewn about the area. Somehow. Incredibly, driver Jim Cherry drew him-ell out Irom'under. Iood running from his face and hands. I His work-mate. Gillan. lay dated in the flattened cab and Jim Cherry got him out through a glassless window. “I don't know what happen- ed". Cherry told The Journal. alter he'd had his superficial cuts fixed up. “I didn't see the bus coming :in my Iide mirror. "All I know is we were driv- ing along andâ€"bangâ€"l was crawling out or the wreckage. I'm not even sure how I got out. Then I thought about Gillan and went to help him." Both were covered with blood ‘but only from shallow cuts. Both 'were treated at Arnprior and reâ€" turned to the scene of their amazing escape. Anne Tnlmle. H. daughter «I Mr. and Mr! 1 nos 'l'olmle. ‘91 Marlon-agrith , was one of has been 524mb near Arnprlor. woodman 3”“ 4 Further details w will be made avatiable Minutes later. a copy 0 The Journal carrying tlrat ewa flashes oI the accident reached the terminal. "We nearly went crazy“, said H. W. MacLean, o! 241 Irving avenue. “My son Sandy was on that bus. We knew some of the children had been injured. We didn‘t know who they were.“ Taken to hospital In Arnprior with the other children for a medical checkup. Gordon Dewar insisted on phoning his parents. "I knew they would be wait- ing at the Ibua terminal ‘in Ottawa". Gordie said. “I knew they would he worry- ing. So I Ielephoned there." with a sob in her throat the boy's mother answered the PA system'a call. picked up the phone and learned her son was all right. She asked him it a boy named MacLean was uninjured. “You mean Sandy?" Gordie said. "Sure, he‘s right here. Does his mothcr want to talk to him?" | Mrs. MacLean. who had ac- companied Mra. Dewar to the phone, also learned good news from her boy, ' | Other parents who had drifted ’to the bank of wall phones when h. bi bi c a h 51 they saw and heard the happy": “€596,