Great post, I have been looking for more information on this crash as it was referred to by my great grandfather in his writings. He was only 8 years old at the time, so I'm not sure when this account was written, but it was typed by him so it was obviously much later. Here is his recollection of the event:

The train was very slow and every division point and water tower was always a long stop with occasionally a lot of shunting and bumping around. The second night we came to a stop in the wilderness on the North Shore of Lake Superior and stood for hours. Finally daylight came and there was talk of a wreck ahead. Then we backed up several miles to the first town and there we stayed the rest of the day. News had been given out that the section ahead of our train had been wrecked and that a score of people had been killed and many more injured. The following night our train started on and a new track had been built around the wreck, so we had to go very slow. Fires were still burning in the wreckage that had caught fire from the stoves. The wreck had occured at a bridge and some of the cars were in the water which had drowned many. The wooden coaches had splintered and caught the others who were pinned in and could not escape the fire which soon raged in the strong wind. The survivors and rescuers were out in below zero weather. Water, fire, and frost made it one of the worst railroad wrecks up to that time. As our train inched slowly by Aunt Gay exclaimed "Oh my God". Of course many others were making exclamations, but after we had passed she told us that she had seen a number on one of the wrecked coaches and it was the wooden seated coach we had been in when we got on in Toronto. Our group were all very quiet for a long time and I remember seeing tears in mothers eyes and asking her what was the matter, she saying I would understand some day.