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learnt." My American friend seemed unable
to understand the point of view, "*It looks to
me/' he said, " like inverted patriotism." He
then went on to explain—and I thought it showed
a charming trait—that the victory at New Orleans
was due to the Americans being armed with a
musket which threw a ball several yards farther
than the " Brown Bess " served out to Pakenham's
troops, so that, while they were able to hit the
British, the British were not able to hit them.
He evidently thought that this would console
me.

But it was not in the United States, not even
at the " rude bridge " of Concord, nor at Bunker
Hill, nor at Yorktown, nor when standing in
Independence Hall, nor when inspecting Trum-
bulPs pictures in Washington, that I seemed to
come nearest to the American Revolution. It
was in the Maritime Provinces of Canada,
mainly New Brunswick and Nova Scotia, where,
as I remarked before, more than one of my long
vacations have been spent,

In those parts considerable numbers still sur-
vive, jealously proud of their descent, of the great
or great-great-grandchildren of the American
loyalists who were expatriated by the victors
and went to settle on virgin lands granted them
by the Crown in the Maritime Provinces. I
came into contact with many of them, enthusiastic
in their attachment to the British Crown and full
of stories (most of which, unfortunately I have