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Printed at The Gazette Boo\ ami Job Printing 

13 )-2. 

?oter<l according to Act of Parliament of Canada in the 
year 1802, by Helen J." . Merrill, ut the Department of 

_/ftREQUEXTLY a wish has l>ecn expressed, that in some way the match- 

V J[ less, wonderful scenery of Prince Edward County be made more 

widely known. 

Though conscious of my inability to do it anything like justice, I am 
endeavoring in carefully compiling and givifig this phamplet proper 
circulation, to make it a means to that end. I am confident our charm 
ing county has only to be made well known to become one of the most 
popular of summer resorts. 
















HEX Waterloo s thunders affrighted the earth, 

When Waterloo flashed its dread tires on the sky, 
A thousand bright heroes in carnage had birth, 
A thousand brave heroes were born but to die. 

There PICTOX stood forth like a rock in the storm ; 

He moved not, he tailed not, though legions oppressed ; 
Though death in each missile assailed his proud form, 

Thouo-h death at each moment some hero had blessed. 


And so tor such valor (a tale like to those 

Metamorphoses told in Ovidian story) 
Ureat Picton is now, as all the world knows, 
A beautiful town. Isn t that enough glory ? 

E- M. 


fringe Ijdwarci (Joemly. 

I KAUTLFCI, are the hills and the fertile valleys of Prince Edward, a peninsula. 
reaching out into the lower portions of Lake Ontario and literally fringed 
with lovely inlets and picturesque points. Numerous, too, are its bays,, 
lakes and streams, all of which abound in fish, while wild-ducks and other game 
are plentiful in season. 

This county lying thus apart from the eastern lake counties contains som& 
233,000 acres valued at about $7,500,000, the population being more than 20,000. 

A canal, the placid Murray, runs through its narrow isthmus near the Carry 
ing Place, an old Indian portage, and through this the mail steamers on 
their way down the lake to Montreal. 

And now come with me around the county in one of Fancy s airy skiffs- 

Eager Fancy unconfined, 
In a voyage of the mind 
Sweeping onward like the wind. 

Let us go north out of Picton Bay and up the Long Reach over the wind- 
fretted waters of the Bay of Quinte, turning south-west around Grassy Point and 
sailing by many bays and islands and green points till we reach the head of the 
B iv of Quinte. Hera we rest for a little time on the stony shore of Indian Island, 
a favorite rendezvous of Indians in days long gone by. Many curious relics have- 
been found here. We hunt about for some, but finding none in our care: 
search, pass on and through the quiet canal and into Weller s Bay, then out. 
again by Bald Head Island into the blue lake and on past Nicholson s Island leaving 
Pleasant Bay and Huyck s Bay on our left. Rounding a point here we soon reach 
Wellington, a village delightfully situated on the lake shore, fanned all summer 
by refreshing lake-breezes. It is a popular summer resort, and among those who 
have summer residences here, is K. W. Rathbun, Esq., of Deseronto. And now 
we enter West Lake, sail among its beautiful islands and out again along the 
shiny reaches of the magnificent white Sand Hills forming its western boundary,. 
then on round West Point into Little Sandy Bay and through the lovely outU- . 
into East Lake. This and West Lake aiv the two largest in the county, and both 
are fine fishing resorts. And now we are off again out of the lake and bay round 
Salmon Point and into Soup Harbor. Lake Ontario off Salmon Point .-aid other- 


shores, abounds in salmon-trout, huge, delicious, fellows? 

having enjoyed an ample slice for breakfast SOOTH we-BOOOd Po tr^ sad sail 

by a long reach of coast having many pretty buys- and poinisv. ofcfanBBBj^ as we 

turn Point Traverse, a view of the False Ducks annD Timber IslawHruvg v><& .-in 

the great lake, And now we enter Soxith Bay and; follow its fiive sikaivs r<j 

to the Black River, a stream in some places 100 yards wvtU,v i ts tengrtifo birfijg "five 

or six miles. Then on we sail by several beautiful points, j.vm 

into Smith s Bay, and here from a height of land above its fare sh-oss- we . 


in th? c >;t:i!\v, and on" se-mvly surpassed on the contment. 

of vision li the murmurous waters of the blue bay with headland 

gay with fresh unfolded leaves, then Waupoose Islam! with itsware-swcftf sdi 

and beyond this, the broad, far-shining bosom of South Bay, ami s*H3 o out, 

Point Traverse. Timber Island and the False Ducks. And yet around, asid on. 

and on, and beyond all these, the shoreless, wind-haunted s-weep 

iiig lake ! 

Sailing on again we pass ( ( a]>e Vesey, round Point Pleastnt into 
Quinte, and soon enter one of our prettiest inlets, Prinyer s Cov*. 
here is excellent and yachting parties often run in for a few days sjwvi 
here, our next resting-place is Glenora, on the Bay of Q\iinU, about 
from I ict on. They have a comfortable hotel here near the wharf, asa<:l 
sevei al cottages in notches on the luxuriantly-wooded hill-side, aadabom h 
Lake on Hie Mountain. 

Here, too, at the wharf, are the Little Giant Turbine T 
grist and a plaster mill, the machinery of these being worked by vvntev coeid acted 
through pipes from the lake above. 


close by this peaceful village, down a short, dangerous path oreffmnging . 
precipice ne-ir where a lovely "bridal veil" falls in spring-time on nvwks s. th 
deej)s of a glen, when the melting of the snow causes an overflow rf tie aafec, is 

found a small, dark, leaf-shadowed passage about 20 feet long, ItutKng 
jagged-walled cave some 10 I eet high and 50 feet in circumference, st.s >; ii jj 

of solid lime-stone, wherein, by the light of a candle or tautens, f sw :iy rel 
here and there. th<- names of many who have visited this curiou.s i-.-ivr!?, . Formed 
naturally in a huge, high cliff, though the passage se<eius to hai*e be-cvz sou. 
at some remote period, and to have been chiselled away in p!an->, it is a rare 

And who c;i,:>. te;l aught of the history of this mai-velloius si -ructiice ? 


TMs pastil haslefi kiMaer since time immemorial, trodden perhaps, by Indiars 
who may h&ve sised this e*ve for a rendezvous, or, may be, by stranger souls : the 
eKff-<IwJfersrof prehistoric ages. 

I n a, skrt tirue we are bonne again, and noxvforadrive ! Let u-; see several of the 
lakes. Tfeejrare all fine fishing-resorts, Consecon Lake near Weller s Bay, being 
full of fish: salmon-trout, pike, pJckerel, rock and black bass, perch, sun-fish, &c. 
RobSsrTs lake, at Robliu s Mills, is similai- to the Lake on the Mountain described 
elsewhere, aad Laadoa s Lake, a mere handful of dark , deep water with mystery 
a charm to its black depths, is situated in a ravine between two precipitous 
bebvem Fictmi and Gleaora, and can be appi-oached on one side only, the 
surroumlhi^s in other places beiug boggy. 

And BOW jusfc -A glimpse of Trout Creek. This stream of limpid, tree-shadowed 
witter, the h;eun of a thousand speckled beauties, appears first in a wood about a 
ttuJe a,ad a halt from Pietou and flows on and ever on through thickets and 
pleasant grares, sunny spaces, sliding finally into AVest Lake after a run of 
about four utiies. Besides its fame as a fishing-resort, it possesses other interest 
oentexed m some old Indma pottery that has been discovered near its winding; 
j Kith way, ati from which & number <*f curious relics liavo been unearthed. 

H. M. M. 



at the hea& of Picton Bay in Prince Edward County about forty 
miles from the City of Kingston, is the picturesque town of Picton. having 
a population of about H,5>0. It is lighted l.iy electricity, and supplied with 
r u;r h re, lawns, i<cc., from water-works, the reservoir being on a hill south 
of the town. From this hi; 1 , one catches glimpses of the white Saud Hills ten 
miles distant between West Lake and Lake Ontario ; then a long line of blue nil s 
beyond Belleville city ; and far below him a magnificent valley thr< :ugh which 
once was an Indian Trail, an oM Portege or Carrying Place, and on :i beautiful 
-land IK yqnd this the pretty town of Picton ;ind Picton Bay below. 

In and around the town are many delightful drives, and trips by land or water 
n:ay be taken to various places: The Sand Hills ten miles distant; The Lake on 
the Mountain, .5 miles ; Kingston, 40 ; The Thousand Islands : Alexandria Bay : 
M< Dtreal : and in an opposite diiection, a 1 oat goes daily through the Murray 
v"an;i! to Brighton touching at Belleville 30 miles distant fr< i, and t\vo 

large steamers cross the lake weekly to Charlotte. 

Five steamers (on Saturdays and Moriiays, six,) run in here, four of them 

ing twice a da. 



(^J^HK famous and curious Sand Banks of Prince Edward County were a revela- 
(Ijj) tloii to in;-. Standing on the highest dome, its sharply defied ridge show 
ing the pathway of the air currents, the view is as unique as it is striking 
and beautiful. In the west a vast sandy amphitheatre, enclosed by the ever- 
receding hills as they are blown inland ; a wide sweep of sandy beach, where long 
lines of white caps are being chased in by the freshening breeze ; a wider sweep 
of Lake Ontario, reaching to the mainland, to a of islands outlined agains! 
the sky. and to the lighthouses, whose lamps have just been lighted. In the east 
can ideal rural scene of well-tilled farms, comfortable homes, winding drives 
among full foliaged groves, twin island lakes (where the sandy-whiskered fisher 
man s "golnation !" is heard every time a fish escapes) mirroring their banks in 
their miniature bays ; in the south a mile of rock-bound shore, the shale being- 
carved into imitations of temples and turrets, of cliff dwellings and portalled 
caves ; above and around and over all the flood of sunset waves tinges all the 
world with supernatural beauties beyond any mortal s pen to describe. 

The Sand Banks, indeed, vary in appearance with each change of atmosphere 
or period of the day. When glittering in the morning sun, with a white bright 
ness almost dazzling to the sight, they are totally distinct from their aspect under 
the purple or crimson glow of these marvellous sunsets. When, too, they stand 
out in bold relief against a background of blue-black storm clouds their whiteness 
is strangely expressive and in startling contrast to the grey shroud of a rainy 
day or the sympathetic purity of the moon s rays. Still another effect is witness 
ed when a huge bonfire is lighted on the }>each, casting its red reflection on the 
^audy slopes. 

Sand storms are not infrequent, especially during the early spring or late fall. 
Under the pressure of a comparatively light wind I saw the sand blown, but so- 
impalpable are its particles that it could only be felt on the face or seen as a mist 
in front of a dark background of trees. During a heavy autumn blow, however, 
it rises in waves ten or twelve feet in height as it sweeps over the rounded sur 
face or up the track of the valleys. In the winter such a movement as this after 
a snowstorm covers up the snow ice, which can be easily found during the 
summer by digging to a depth oi two or three feet. At present the banks in 
locality I visited (; m : for c sarly four miles a .ong the shore and from th-v - 


quarters to a mile inland, the maximum height being one hundred and fifty feel. 
Similar, but smaller banks exist elsewhere in the county. 

The force and power of these mighty hills are seen in their ever-onward move 
ment inland, and in the sand-submerged groves that have been slowly enveloped 
until only an area of tree-tops protrudes from the surface. At other points their- 
work of destruction is plainly visible in the pine and fir and other trees whose 
trunks are already hidden and whose branches and foliage have been starved or 
choked to a yellowing death. The advancing mass reaching out in some 
-directions at the rate of fifteen feet per year is still eating up farm lands, and 
even homes if they chance to come in its way. Houses are seen here and there 
that are already partially submerged, and, of course, deserted. 

The Sand Banks are a paradise for birds as well as city-tired folk. "How many 
varieties are found there?" I asked an old resident. "Name one that is not re 
presented," was his reply. Walking along the sand beach early one morning 
came across a company of cranes, fifty or more, feeding on the dead fish. Sud 
denly, but not until I was very near them, they stretched their great wings and 
flew to the summits of the surrounding dunes, where they anathematised me for 
my unwarrantable interference. The next day double the four-and-twenty black 
birds whirled around me like pieces of black clouds, while near them and in the 
s;ime grove a great crowd of crows, cawing hoarsely, left their disturbed rookery 
for a safer retreat. Perched on a fence was a plump little woodpecker, working 
hard to find his dinner in the worm-eaten rail. So earnest was he in his task, and 
so hungry must he have been, that he paid 110 attention to my gradual approach, 
beyond putting one bright, tiiw eye on watch until I was within arm s length,, 
when he hopped to the next rail and permitted a second close visit. But that eye 
did its duty and a slowly outstretched hand made the energetic nibbler fly to a 
neighboring tree top. Sandpipers and plovers are also numerous, as well as all 
kind of wild fowl in the autumn. 


gand Waifs. 

(3AND BANKS 1892.) 

T me lie here, so, with the sands of centuries whirled round me, 
Let me dream in the wind, 
Or a time beyond all times ere the white sands were sifted 
Swept ashore by the sea. 

Let me dream age follows age mid a whirl of suns, 

And stars, and moons ; 
Voices of strange men sound, and race after race goes by 

To journey the path of souls. 

Let me lie here, so I fain would drealn alway 

On these white, eternal hills, 
In gold-dripping suns and dead sands swirled, 

Sifted and swept, and swirled. 

H. M. JML. 











I 1 




EMANA, child of the great Lake-land, the very flowers love her and shake- 
their scented bells to make sweet the way as she passes ; butterflies float near, 
birds sing to her, and the sun drops gold on her tresses dark and glossy. 
Happy her voice as the song of the wind among blue-bells, and her eyes lovely and 
dark as shadows in forest pools under pines. 

And now at the time of the blooming of the wake-robin, when the woodlands, 
are full of young flowers and leaves, and the grasses green like green, soft velvet, 
Kemana steals from her wigwam out into the night and runs swift as a hunted 
deer, on and on through the forest till, suddenly, a great black thing, blacker than 
the with their thousand shadows, stands before her. It is a huge boulder 
lying at the verge of a hill, and she pauses by its lichened wall, clasps with a small 
brown hand a slim elm, and, peering down into the darkness, whistles a clear, 
mellow whistle like the call of a night-bird. 

Glancing back into the wood whence she has coma, she is startled, for she- 
fancies she sees a figure 1 almost obscure in the shadows, stirring, crouched by the 
path. Then she looks closer. No, it is but a low bough set in motion by a puff of 

O ice again she whistles : Oe, oe oe, oe, oe, oe, oe ! 


Up the hillside from under the garlands of vines and the hemlock-bough-; K;>n- 
n;i-ron-g\ve has come out of his hiding-place many a span down the great slope* 
He is her lover, not long since her father s captive taken in an encounter with a 
hostile tribe. Her father, a great Chief, decrees she shall wed a young brave who 
will OIK- (lay be their Chief when lie has gone away into the boundless Hunting 
Grounds. Yet now Kemana loves Ki-u-iia-ron-gwe, and she will go with him to 
his home far away by the blue Ontario where the billows fling sunward their 
great white pearls, and the winds blow the shining sands up from the 
se i, piling them in wondrous dunes like hills of silver gleaming afar and fretted 
now in the sunny May-time with the pale pink blosscms of wild cl:erriiv. 

And now it happens she has left lu>v tribe to-night harpy to follow Ken-: a-rou> 


gwe asywhere under the stars. Yet a -little time they linger in the shadow of 
Xheir trysting-place. The moon rises afar beyond the river and the low black 
hills ; they hear wood-doves cooing and the trill of an athtlky ; a lone owl sweeps 
by, and something stirs in the dead leaves at their feet. It is a great toad. 

Presently they look about them for a pathway down the dark slope, when, 
.suddenly Ken-iia-ron-gwe clasps with a close clasp his trembling bride, then 
grasps his battle-axe. 

There are faces in the grass ; five-score fierce, dark faces. Escape is impossible. 
If they but stir a flight of arrows will sweep the night. 

And now as Ken-na-ron-gwe grasps his weapon many dark forms leap up from 
the grasses, and the bushes of juniper, a savage cry rends the hot night air, 
and Ken-na-ron-g\ve is once again a captive in strong arms. 


Dark is the night on the deep stream, on the bosom of the Sleeping Sorrow, 
dark and silent, and full of clouds. River-voices are still, ar.d the winds have 
crept away into wildernesses full of shadows. In mid-stream lies a small island 
strewn with wild grape-vines, dwarfed pines, elms and maples, and from a clearing 
apart a little way from the water gleam the vermillion flames of a death-fire cast 
ing gaunt tree-shadows for many a span out on the dark, stirless river. Near the 
hot breath of the flames Kemana is fast-bound, to the bole of un ancient pine 
where motionless she stands gazing into the fii-e Avatching the flames as they leap 
i:.ito air licking the black shadows of the night. 

Here and there above the grasses, white May-apple blossoms shine like small 
moons ; a wounded black -snake stirs occasionally, and a lone Otctii-to-moti chatters 

Ken-na-ron-gwe lies helpless on the grass beyond the flames, Kemana cannot 
see him, yet the half-dozen braves who have brought him hither will soon cast 
him into the flames, he will die near her. 

And now presently it happens as they begin a Avild death-dance about the 
hungry flames, a sudden cry comes out of the darkness, striking terror to every 
heart of the braves. 

It is the voice of the mysterious Oui-a-ra-lih-to ! the dwarf, wiser than their 
Sachems, and almost great as Manitto. And, at the sound of his cry, the warriors 
disappear as shadows at dawn before the on-coming sun. Then uttering ugain 
his wild cry Oui-a-ra-lih-to releases the captives and guides them in safety beyond 
the southern hills. 

* * * * * 

Long summers have 4p>ne by since Kemana cam from the shadowy forests 

with Ken-ra.-roi.-gwe to live by the great shore; whole tribes sir.ce then l.ave 


passed away ; yet the winds blow tie silver sands up from the sen, and the waves 
scatter their cold pearls in the sun. And now never a blossom is seen upon the 
peaceful hills for the small wild-cherry shrubs have disappeared, stifled by the 
drifting of the sand. In many places the long reach of white is shadowed by 
growths of trees fragrant and green, and the slopes beneath are strewn with in 
numerable grey limbs, lifeless, and time-shattered. Not a smoke-wreath curs 
jibove the tree-tops, not a wigwam is seen, for the Red Man is gone from the hillf, 
his arrows are shivered, and his foot-prints filled by the moving sands. 

Still wild and beautiful are the dunes at the shining of the yellow sun, when 
summer winds blow off the lake, flinging about great wafts of white sand which 
settles and sifts with thin sound through low-drooping boughs of balm and cedar; 
iind magnificent in their strength when winds are wild, are the surging waves 
foaming in upon the shore with voices deep and tumultuous. 

But sometimes the air is stirless and the voice of the blue sea is heard only in 
whispers ; the moonbeams like spirits throng the white hills and the shadows 
bide in trees : 

Then listen. 

Soft as the voice of the southern wind singing to the wake-robins near by, 
so near that it seems to float up from the sands, comes a voice exquisitely sweet, 
you cannot guess its sweetness who have never heard the song of Indian girl. 

ft is Kemana, singing in the moonlight of flowers, and birds, and the falling 
asleep of the sun >Sh ! 

H. M. M. 



In h& Woods. 


T|fV Y footsteps press where. centuries ago, 

l The Red Men fought and conquered : lost and won. 
Whole tribes and races, gone like last year s snow, 

Have found the Eternal Hunting-Grounds, and run 
The fiery gauntlet of their active days, 

Till few are left to tell the mournful tab- : 
Ai". 1. :h S3 inspire us with siu-h wild ;im=r/:,- 

They seem like spectres passing a Vi 
Stepped in uncertain moonlight, on their way 

T.vvv aid* some Mum wheie darkness blinds the 113, 
And night is wrapped in mystery profound. 

NVe cannot lift the mantle of the past : 
We seem to wander over hallowed ground : 

We t-c in the trail of Thought, hut all is overcast. 

THERE WAS A TIME ami that is all we know ! 

No record lives of their ensanguined deeds : 
The past seems palsied with some giant hlo-.v, 

And grows the more obscure on what it feeds. 
A rotted fragment of a human leaf ; 

A few stray skulls : a heap of human bones ! 
These are the records the traditions brief - 

Twere easier far to read the speechless stones. 
The fierce Ojibways, with tornado force, 

Striking white terror to the hearts of braves ! 
The mighty Hurons, rolling on their course, 

Compact and steady as the ocean waves ! 
The stately Chippewas. a warrit r host ! 

Who were they? Whence ? And why :- No human tongue can 
boast ! 


A JCetkr. 


G just returned from an after-dinner stroll in the tree-shadows past the 
cottages and out to West Point, I am now come to rest awhile on the rocks 
to tell you all about the Sand Hills, the white dunes that stretch away 
northerly from the Lake Shore House. 

The great lake, the fair Ontario, is calm to-day ; only quiet waves drift 
languidly in, vanishing with a restful sigh as they touch the shore, and, as far 
as the eye can see, the waters are blue and limpid, and full of that same beautiful 
coloring you see everywhere in the Great Lakes and down the grand St. Lawrence. 
Near me the birds are singing, there is not a cloud in the sky, and what with a 
wealth of sun-gold, and a soft perfumed wind stirring the woods to music, the 
summer day is ideal. 

Here near me lie the hills. Ten miles away, down in Picton viewed from 
Macaulay s Hill their sands seem white in contrast with all that is dark aboufc 
them, but close by they are of a delicate fawn color, and, composed chiefly of fine 
quartz, are heavy, so that once when a barrelful was sent away several hundred 
miles distant , the barrel reached its destination, empty. 

The chain is composed of many hills of various heights, the sands shadowed 
here and there with groves of evergreens and poplars. Only yesterday I climbed 
one of the hills and rested there to read awhile from an]j old volume, and my 
thoughts soon filled with the poet-soul that had passed this way more than sixty 
years ago, and I sought the mood which was his at the time of writing the one 
true way to enjoy an author and read again Jiis verses written in 1828 

Here Nature in some playful hour 

Has fondly piled these hills of sand r 
Which seem the frolic of her power, 

Or effort of some magic hand. 

Far o er the wide extended shore, 

The hills in conic structure rise, 
And seem as never trod before, 

Save by the playmates of the_ skies. 


.And while the waves reflected shade 

Is flung along each rising mound, 
I watch the c\ rlin^ figm-t s made, 
Which half \ reclaim tis fairy ground. 

Here Oberc n, and Mab, his queen, 

Have colonize:! their infant train, 
From Scotland s hills and Erin s green, 

Where many a happy day they ve lain. 

SJut joy be theirs I will not bring 

One recollection to their view, 
Or of their harp touch one soft string, 

Or thoughts of other days renew. 

Enough for me to gaze upon 

The wild-fruit nodding on each hill, 
Where thou, most generous Oberon, 

May .st s] ovt and skip at pleasure s ^ iil 

Then fare thee well still light and free 

As summer winds that fan the lake, 
On, onward to eternity, 

May grief nor care the: 1 overtake . 

i.s Adam Kidd, who, in 1830, had printed at the office of the 
- Gazette, Montreal, a volume of 21(1 pages, dedicating it to Thomas 
US* Jwot Is -very rare, the only copies known, it i.s said, being one in the 
library of fch late Chief Justice Wallbridge, and this one. 

Yondw >s a*?ttinll lagoon. This morning I picked up a piece of old pottery 
vrler-t whtt lull had drifted away neai- its edge leaving the brown earth almost 
bare. It i* red-grey in color, and sprinkled with light bits of quartz and shiny 
VpetSfSttl IM it-it,, fashioned here, it may be a hundred years ago, it may be thou 
sands* by the Tmliaiis, or by people who lived here before them, the Aztecs, or 
pe, diiven south one day by tribes supposed to have come across the 
ite froiM Asia. And some go tV3ti ; EO far as to believe our Indians the Lost 
a Tribfis of Israel. 

r, no one has told us surely who fashioned this pottery years ago here 


by the great Lake, and, perhaps, it will remain a mystery till the last day when, 
in keeping with a northern myth, Surtur shall come from Muspelheim, the flame- 
world, and destroy Gods and earth with his fire. You remember those verses in 
Vcliispa : 

"Surtur, from the south, wends 

With seething fire ; 
The falchion of the Mighty One 

A sun-light flameth." 

But while I write, a dark figure comes across the white dunes, an Indian 
princess, beautiful as the summer day, her eyes black like black velvet. At each 
step her small, bare, brown foot sinks in the hot sand, but a smile is on her lips, 
;u;d her song is sweet like the voice of June. Years ago Mima passed this way, 
and, charmed by the princess beauty, gave her eternal access to her golden 


Oaward she comes, the hills are cleared, and she passes away into the shadows 
of the woods, and I can hear her song no more. After all, she is only a creature 
of the imagination, and the sand hills are without a foot-printbut the birds are 

I] singing, and the great, blue lake within touch of my hand is real. 

H. M. M. 


reiyer f^o^s and rayer Sea.. 


RAT rocks, and grayer sea, 
And surf along the shore 
And in my heart a name 
My lips shall speak no more. 

The high and lonely hills 
Endure the darkening year 

And in my heart endure 
A memory and a tear. 

Across the tide a sail 
That tosses and is gone 

And in my heart the kiss 
That longing dreams upon. 

Gray rocks, and grayer sea, 
And surf along the shore 

And in my heart the face 
That I shall see no more. 


Among the and 

r^ rv^HOA, there!" 

The horses glad of a rest, stop short, and in a moment we are all out 
on the platform in front of the Lake Shore House, a sudden exclama 
tion is heard and one of the children plucks from a large bush a hundred-petalled, 
June rose, verily a rival of the "Last rose of summer." 

Not a soul is to be found about the building, the blinds are closed and all is 
<iuiet. Here a great, grey-spotted moth flies off into the leaf-shadows there, a 
white cat, still loth to move city-ward, lies a-dream in a dusky corner, near a heap 
of water-melon rinds. So, away to the sand ! 

It is a charming day, the 20th October, and delightful here among these wildly 
beautiful hills reaching away in almost melancholy grandeur, dune on dune, along 
the great Ontario. They are quite deserted now and how impressive is that 
sense of utter loneliness pervading spots like this where but a short time ago 
were children at play and many pleasure-lovers idling away long, sunny hours of 

Even the voice of the lake is mournful, and well it may be, for in an angry 
mood the other day it grasped from the happy winds many gorgeous butterflies 
flinging them in upon the dank sands, dead or to die. Among the hills too, is 
desolation. In some places over these white wastes, in hollows and on gentle 
slopes, stand the remnants of many dead tre r s, about the size of common head 
stones, and bleached like marble by the rain and the Minshine- -here the winds 
blow low, and stray, white butterflies flit hither and thither through these silent, 
arid places, like pale tomb searchers. 

Between the hills and the shore, on the flats, and near the lagoon, are creeping 
plants blossoming yellow on the sands, bright, beautiful blossoms like topazes set 
in silver, many of the vines being drifted over, the flowers alone left visible. 

In other places among the hills some distance from the shore, are strange col 
lections of shells, large, white snail-shells, and smaller ones spotted brown. One 
wonders these are not well scattered. On the contrary they lie close together, 
numbers of them on each of several lone, small patches of sand. And now for 


No\v\vhere can a moiv delightful spot be found. The water is warm even at 
this late time, and one can walk out long distances, the pure sand still underfoot. 
Deeper grow the limpid waters, and gradually deeper the wind is fresh, blowing- 
over the blue lake from the south, and many deep rolling waves break by us. 
effervescing about us, in a million cool bubbles. Wave follows wave, rolling 
shoreward, and for some little time we tread the sands of the windy sea, ever 
rising and falling with its wild heart-throbbings. 

H. M. M. 



Y a dim shore where water darkening- 
To!)k the last light of spring, 
I went beyond the tumult hearkening- 

For some diviner thing. 

Wlr-re flie b,-i ,s Hew from the blaek elnis like lea 

Over the Ebon pool, 
Brooded the bittern s cry, as one that grieves 

Lands ancient, bountiful. 

F s r,v the fire-flies shine below the wood 

Ab,)ve the shallows dank, 
As Uriel from some great altitude 

Tlv;- plants rank on rank. 

And now unseen along th.-> shrouded nioaci 

One went undei- the lull : 
He blew a cadence on his mellow reed. 

That trembled and was still. 

It seemed as if a line of amber fire 

Had shot the gathered du>k, 
As if had bl >wn a wind from ancient Tyre.. 

I/ulen svith myrrh and musk. 

He gave his luring IK te amid tin- i e: i. 

Its enigma ic fall, 
Haunt -1 t: e hollow dusk with golden tun; 



I could not know the message that he bore, 

The springs of life from me 

Hidden : Iii.s incommunicable lore 
.As much a mystery. 

And as I followed far the magic player 

He passed the maple wood, 
And when I parsed the stars had risen there, 

And there was solitude. 


fTrom fieton to Alexandria 



JT is a fine summer Saturday. The sound of a whistle is heard, and the palace 
steamer Hero with her genial officers and more than a hundred and fifty 
excursionists steams out of Picton harhor at 6:30 a. m., hound for the Thou 
sand Islands and Alexandria Bay, her way lying between beautiful shores : the 
High Shore on the left with numerous alluring inlets and luxuriantly wooded 
points reaching away toward Deseronto, while on the opposite shore, the one we 
follow, are sloping meadows, and fine fields all white, and gold, and bright green, 
for the buckwheat is in blossom, oats are yellowing in the hot August suns, and 
other grains are thriving. 

Nearly five miles of sunny fields, groves and meadow-land with woody hills 
along the sky line, and we are at Glenora. 

And here a great hill rises from the water s edge, almost perpendicular, and 
about 200 feet high, and up on its summit in the golden sunshine within a few- 
yards of the precipice, lie the beautiful waters of the marvellous 


No one knows just how deep these sparkling waters are. There is weird 
fascination in their black shadows. 

In one place along the shore is an inlet, shallow and full of old tree roots ; in 
another, a fine reach of white bottom ; thru thi-re are reedy places, and, elsewhere, 
the waters are black at the shore, and, leaning from a skiff ana peering into the 
depths, one can see dark forms of tree-boles and mossy limbs jutting out some 
little way down the watery wall. Here fish are caught as fast as the baited hook 
is sunk : perch, black baas, and sun-fish ; and pike may b- ha.l for the trolling 

This far-famed Lake is about three miles in circumfere:u-e, and thive quarters 
of a mile from shore to shore in the widest part. The water is exceptionally pure. 
The Lake being nearly always full it is thought by some to be supplied by hidden 
springs. Others suppose it to be on a level with Lake Erie, and that there may 
be some communication between them ; but this an error, as Erie is, according to 


the nutps, about one hundred and thirty feel higher than the Lake on the 
Mountain. So the true source of supply still remains a mystery. 

Distant a few paces from its shore, near an ancient grey ruin, the tourist ha* 
one of the fairest views on the continent : Near him, this lovely Lake with its 
thousand blue ripples flashing like sapphires in the sun. Then, far down below- 
there. beyond the verge of the green hill, vast picturesque reaches of grain fields 
and meadow lands, islands and bays, and forests and wave swept shores lying 
away to the north and the east in magnificent, ever varied beauty. 

And it was over these sunny wastes of water in a path all shiny and gold, many 
gay-plimied Indians used to paddle up from the east in fine fashioned bark canoes, 
and from these pleasant shores on quiet summer evenings not so many years ago, 
the sofr voices of young Indian girls singing, echoed over the peaceful waters, for 
their songs were beautiful then, and their hearts without a care. And even now 
as the ball souais for iis to leave the wWf, a small boat moves away from the 
steamer s side, bearing in it an old Indian. A creature of the imagination, say you? 
Truly no ! Bat a real, live R >d Man who a m >ment ago tethered his craft to the 
rudder of our b):it thinking to have a fin- tow, but w.n ordered off for safety s 
sake. One might imagine him though come out of the shades to visit the graves 
of his fathers. At any rate there he si^s pensive in his skiff, pulling the wool on 
his dog s heai-idark, shaggy craatura-.vhUeasaiall boy rows him ofiE toward the 

far shoi e. 

Glenora, and Glen island half-a-mile away and Hay Bay several miles distant 
in Lmnox County and famed for its fine fiah, are d Rightful resorts, and many 
pleasure se skers From far and n -ar sojourn here during the summer. 

On down bBlow Glen Island along Adolphusbown the land is low and level, 
unlike these picturesquely rugged shores of Prince Edward, with their pretty lanes. 
leading up hill to the sky. yel posseting a charm all its own in its many colored 
field, an I fine gr >ves lying close to the broa 1. blue bay. And there some place 
he wa! -I- edge is found the old tree to which was tethered the first landing 
little craft of the United Empire Loyalists on their arrival so long ago in that then 
lonely wilderness; and theraon those fertUeshftres the noble founders of our grand 
Canadian Dominion struggled bravely on through long, weary years, eventually 
becoming prosperous and happy. 

On the right, again, in a little while the Upper Gap appears with Point Pleas 
ant (Indian) and Point Traverse (Long) above, and the rocky shore of Amhersl 
Island below. And now we have a view of the great Ontario reaching shore 
away in its blue magnificence to the sunny south where Timber Island, of 
Point Traverse, and at times, the False Ducks and the Main Ducks are visit 
far out in the misty light of the lake. And soon a vast, wondrous scene of beauty 


is presented us as we steam onward over broad, shiny reaches of restless water, 
by 1 >ne isles and myriad emerald points, and shores now high, now low, on by the 
lowergap beyond Amherst Island where "white horses" come foaming in from over 
the lake in rough weather ; and on down by Kingston into the broad St. 
Lawrence with its Thousand sunny Islands lying like soft, green gems on its 
gleaming bosom, where the waters flow gently and winds whistle merrily by 
sweet with the breath of summer ; a spot fair as a Persian wilderness ; a meetino- 
place of gods ! 

More excursionists have joined us at 


lovely city of the lake, attractive with fine buildings: Queen s University, the 
Royal Military College of Canada, St. George s dome, the new cathedral tower. 
and others, with the martello towers in the foreground ; a city remarkably beauti 
ful at night-time when viewed from a passing steamer, appearing like a vast 
splendid palace, its turrets and domes rising one above another casting out a 
thousand gleaming lights like long, fiery lances on the dark lake. And now we are 
beyond the lake and soon an excursion boat approaches us and passes by, a band 
playing those exquisite old Silver Rhine waltzes, the music dying gradually away 
as we sail on and on down the blue river. And here around us are many beauti 
ful, summer residences on many beautiful i dands vith green lawns bordered at t be 
river-side with grey sto:nvs, a:i 1 blossomed bright in places wl : i white, and gold, 
and scarlet flowers. And many boats go by us; skifi s and i ( et-winged sailers. 
and steam yachts, a.-n >ng the la< t >r a unique, lig it co ore I one, the little Lotus 
Eater, famous as a swift runner. And as she steams quickly by. imagination 
scatters lotus blossomi in her wake, and the yellow li. ,--dus above them in tin- 
air, while out of lone places voices call : 

"O res: ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more." 

But soon the boat turns and we are homeward bound. The d-iv has come and 
gone like a delightful dream, and an excursion like this from Pictonover bay, and 
lake, and river, thr nujh the Thousand Islan Is to Alexandria Bay and return 
is one imparting rare pleasure. 

H. M. M. 


on the /Aocintain. 

gleam of willows in a golden sheen ; 

A waft of balm from branches bending low 

O er shadowed way where silken grasses grow, 
Tangles of thin leaves twining frail and green. 

White cloud-flakes in the silent heaven seen 
Like soft doves trailing where no rude w r inds blow ; 
Leaf-shadows, wrath-like, trembling to and fro 
On wave, and sward, and the gray shore betw r een. 

A reach of ripples yellow in the sun, 
Alike all destined on the sands to break ; 
Blue depths that in the soul strange fancies wake, 
Reflections darkling ere the day be done- 
Sweet twilight phantoms stealing one by one, 
Dream spirits drifting low along the Lake. 

H. M. M. 


Desbarats A: To., Engravers. Montreal. 




AYOUKOUGHAT maiden more beautiful than all the Mohawks. Jetty were her- 
flowing locks and glossy like the plumage of the merle. Black and bright 
were her soft eyes, and her cheeks, velvet and red like the cheeks of the 

rose. Round, brown arms had she, and dimpled hands, with wrists exquisite, run 

round with snowy shells. 

Now, when the forest reaches were bright with- lilies, and the niountain-lnke 
grown blue again ; when the wild-plum blossomed white by the water, and a 
golden light was on the willows ; early in the morning, at the rising of the fiery, 
yellow sun, Tayouroughay, fair child of an Indian Chief, stood beneath the shadow 
of a pine. The fragrant wind came rustling with a silvery sound through the 
thin, silky leaves of the forest, pausing with a faint sigh in the dark branches of 
the pines, and stirring the long, shining tresses of the Indian girl. 

Here where she stood the hill began, and a narrow, shadowy path led down 
through the wood by vines and flowers for many a span, to the shore of a bay 
the beautiful sun-loved Bay of Quinte. 

With one small hand shading her eyes, she gazed with a keen gaze eastward, 
out where the water gleamed, scarce ruffled by the coming in of the morning. 

Presently, from the shadow of a green point, a light canoe came rippling out,, 
on the yellow reach. Then another and another followed ; and on they came 
until Tayouroughay had counted nigh to three score. Fervently she praised Manitto, 
clasped again her bow and arrow, and turned into the wood. And glad was she, 
for in all the swift canoes she had looked for a tuft of snowy plumes, and had not 
seen it. Now, this spray of white plumes made bright the bow of the 
Black-Snake, Annosothka s canoe ; and Annosothka was mad with love of 
Tayouroughay who loved another. 

Alas ! the one she loved was lying silent somewhere beneath the wind-swept 
grasses, and for Annosothka she had no care, nor was she happy when he was near. 

Meanwhile it happened, when the sun was high in the heaven, there came 

slowly along the opposite shore a solitary young Indian, weary and half-famished. 
Hunted and driven by brigands from the sunny islands of the blue Ladauanna, 

thus far had he paddled with scarce a morsel of food. 


He was Gowanda, handsome and lithe, and swift with bended bow to hunt the 
wild deer through the forest. And now, safe at last from his pursuers, more 
slowly came he with a measured dip of his whire-bladed paddle. 

Then soon his brave craft touched the pebbly shore of an island, and Gowanda 
rested at last where soft shadows and golden flecks of light played hide-and-seek 
among the grasses, tall and waving and green. 

Slowly the day waned. And at the time of the rising of the moon, the full, 
silvery moon of a perfect night, when the plaintive voice of the whip-poor-will 
echoed through the foivst, and fire-flies glittered like diamonds through all the 
shadowy wood, near by the shore of the shining mountain-lake a huge pine-log 
more than thirty spans long, and fretted with fern and flower, was rolled out on 
the green. And soon the dance was begun around this once stately tree of the 
wildwood, and one by one the Indians who had c:>me with the rising sun took 
places with the maidens treading the enchanted circle. 

Little by little the bright moon ascended, shining silver ; the gray moth flew 
by, and the night-bird trilled its voice sweet and solemn on the still air. More 
festive waxed the night at each succeeding round, and the careless children of the 
forest grew not weary of the dance. 

But later, when they were most lightsome, suddenly from out the dark hollow 
of the pine-log glided n slimy snake. 

Tayouroughay was near. Hissing, it darted toward her, but with a scream she 
sped away, and all the dancers fell aside. Then it happened that there came a 
stranger among them from the shadows of the wood with a rush and a blow, and 
the ugly reptile lay dead on the green. 

"Gowanda!" fell from the lips of more than a dozen young braves. 

"Gowanda!" Through the wood it echoed ; and in groups the Indians gathered 
round him in the ruddy glow of the camp-fire, and Tayouroughay, glad and 
comely, once again beheld her lover. 

It was a long tale he h id to tell. For many a moon she had thought him dead 
and now it was sweeter far to see him than the coining of the flowers. 

To the dance again they turned ; but the trail of the serpent was on the grass ; 
the circle slowly thinned, and one by one the dancers gathered in fantastic groups 
apart a little way from the fire. 

Tayouroughay, leaning against the bole of an elm, her sable locks half concealing 
the- sweet smiles that dimpled her cheeks, listened to Gowanda. And by and by 
he turned away and passed with a light step through the shadows of the forest. 
And soon only her father s people remained by the Lake, and then, noiselessly, 
she paddled out to cull some water-flowers blossoming a few spans from the shore. 


But scarcely had she glided a stone s throw by the bushes, when her eye caught 
the gleam of a strange canoe lying with one bow resting among the ferns on the 

Then there came a sudden stir in the celavs, a sha.low in the moonlight, and 
Annosothka greeted her from a grassy knoll. 

"Tayouroughay, one, two, three times I have told you I love you. I am come 

for you." 

Another shadow in the moonlight, and her father stood beside Annosothka. 

"Tayouroughay, I give you to him. Come in." 

Startled was Tayouroughay, like a bird in the juniper bush when the hunter 

To the southern bourn of the Lake she would fly. The gleam of Gowanda s 
fire was shining there even now, and she had promised to wed with him on the 
morrow, and he would protect her from Annosothka. 

Swift over the rippling mere she shot on, her white-bladed paddle flashing the 
moonlight, her canoe quivering and wild. 

Then it happened, ere she had quite gaim\l the centre of the Lake, the plash 
of a second paddle fell on the night. A swift g .anc" backward told her some one 
followed, and she caught a gleam of the waving plumes white in the bow of the 

On it came, rapidly making up to her, the water swirling away in its trail- 
nearer, nearer, till only a little space ri-nj-ln- d. 

Then a frantic rush. 

"Gowanda," she cried, and hardly had she touched the strand ere she lea 
with a wild leap from the canoe to the outstretched arms of the eager Gowanda. 

Then, sudden as the going down of the great northern dive**, Annosothka 
turned and plunged into the shadowy Lake. 

Many summers of sunshine and lilies have conic and gone ; the sky is golden, 
and the leaves of the willows blow white again in the wind ; but the children of 
the forest have passed forever from the lovely hills and valleys of Prince Edwwrd. 
And now only the wraith of the sad Annosothka haunts at midnight the culm, 
silent waters of the beautiful Lake on the Mountain. 

H. M. V. 


s /Aonth in 


RIGHT clouds are heaped in glittering sheaves 
I Aclcnvn the west : while rivalling leaves, 


Autumn s gay frost-paint, o er the forests old, 
On many a maple crest their glowing tints unfold. 
For in their brightest robes the trees appear, 
To greet the joyful month to sportsmen dear. 

With whirring wing, from the thick cover s height 
The startled partridge spee Is his arrowy flight. 
A moment s glance, as in the air he springs, 
A moment s glimpse of those swift moving wings, 
Enough for sportsman s aim. The rocks resound, 
And the quick flash lights the dark woodlands round, 
The good retriever forward blithesome springs, 
And back the feathered spoil in triumph brings, 

In those thick tangled places, 

Which the wild vine enlaces, 

The pointer seeks the track, 

Where woodcock, forth and back, 

Have marked through devious ways their various traces. 

Swift from the cover stirred 

Twists the wild dodging bird, 

The gun-stock presses quick the hunter s face, 

Twigs fly, and floating by, 

The tell-tale streams of dark red feathers race. 


He s cl:v,vn There steady good d<.g On ! 

JL> s bagged Mark ! There another s gone! 

Wild as a hawk and twisting like a swallow, 

After him through the brake, 

Their way the Sportsmen take 

AVith laugh and jest, and cheery shout and hollo:*-, 

By East and fair ATest Lake, 

AVill many a hunter wake-, 

Ami ere the dawn be by the inlet s side, 

To watch the mists slow creep, 

And fl >ck^ of wild-duck sweep, 

Towards liis decoys over the waters wide. 

o passes the bright day 

O v-r forest, lake, and bay, 

AVhen Autumn doth her banner bright unroll 

On old Prince Edward s strand. 

Of all Ontario s land, 

D?ar^st to artist s, and to sport-iinnn s soul. 


Sand Bani^s. 

CORRESPONDENT of the Toronto Globe gives the following highly descrip 
tive although not a whit too flattering, account of this wonderful romantic 
summer resort : 


More interesting still, and ever grand, are the famous Sand Banks near 
~We3).ington Bay, on Lake Ontario. They are reached by a beautiful drive of 
ilee from Picton. Apart from the Sand Banks the locality is such as should 
it one of the favorite Summer Resorts on Lake Ontario. The lake shore, 
the Sand Banks is indented with a succession of rock-paved bays, \vhose 
gradually shoaling margins afford rare bathing grounds. East and West Lakes, 
five miles long, and the latter dotted with islands, are separated from Lake. 
by narrow strips of beach. Over the two-mile-wide isthmus separating 
"tie little lakes, the Sand Banks, whose glistening heights are visible miles away, 
atw. jvpproached. On near approach they are hidden by the cedar woods, till the 
ro ?*& way in f ront is barred by the advancing bank, to avoid which a roadway 
"fclmjugh the wood* has been constructed up to the eastern end of the sand range. 


The Sandbanks stretch like a crescent along the shore, the concave side turned 
to tfce lake, along which it leaves a pebbly beach. The length of the crescent is 
HFr two miles, the width six hundred to three or four thousand feet. If the. 
.mt view of the steep, white front of the bank, advancing and overwhelming 
trh* eedar woods and the grain field, is grand, the view from the top of the range 
Is*loiVihly o ; it rivals Niagara. Clambering up the steep end of the range among 
Sre ear and grape vines the wooded summit is gained at an elevation of nearly 150 
fJe efc. Passing along the top, the woods soon disappear, and we emerge on a wild 
xira.s-.fee of delicately-tinted saffron, rising from the slate-colored beach in gentle 
nndulation, and sleepily falling on the other side down to green pastures and 
i sio the cedar woods. The whole surface of this grandly undulating mountain 
desert is ribbed by little wavelets a few inches apart, but the general aspect is 
of perfect smoothness. The sand is almost as fine as flour, and contains no 

of dust. The foot sinks only an inch or two in walking over it 
roll about on it and down its slopes, and rising shake themselves till their 
!o33S -.very trace of sand. Occasionally gusts stream over the wild 



waste, raising a dense drift to a height of a foot or two only, and streaming like 
a fringe over the steep northern edge. Though the sun is blazing down on the 
glistening wilderness there is little sensation of heat ; for the, cool lake breeze is ever 
Wowing. On the landward side the insidious approach of the devouring sand is well 
marked. One hundred and fifty feet below, the foot of this moving mountain is 
sharply defined against the vivid green of the pastures, on which the gras* grows 
luxuriantly to within an inch of the sand wall. The ferns of the cedar woods 
almost droop against the sandy slope. The roots of the trees are bare along the 
white edge ; a foot or two nearer the sand buries the feet of the cedars ; a few 
yards nearer still the bare trunks disappear ; still nearer only the withered top 
most twigs of the submerged forest are seen, and then far over the tree tops 
stands the sand range. Perpetual ice is found under the foot of this steep slope, 
"the sand covering and consolidating the snow drifted over the hill during the 
winter months. There is something awe-inspiring in the slow, quiet, but resist 
less advance of the mountain front. Field and forest alike become complete" y 
.submerged. Ten years ago a farm house was swallowed up, not to emerge into 
the light until the huge sand wave has passed over. 


On the lake side the crescent shaped slope bears a few hardy trees, rising 
far apart from little oases of vines that subsist on the barrenness ; but that is all 
"that breaks the white smooth waste for over two miles. Sahara could not well 
be more desolate. 

The contrasts heighten the effect of this wonderful phenomenon. To the 
south is the boundless expanse of Lake Ontario. Along the shore, curving 
beaches and bold headlands reach far away for twenty miles or more, till little 
islets and the distant fields and forests are lost in the warm blue haze of the 
horizon. On the northern side the calmness of West and East Lakes contrasts 
with the heaving waters to the south, and around them aiul beyond stretch for 
thirty miles green or golden fields and verdant woods ; a landscape heightened 
in its luxuriance and gentle beauty by the desolation at your feet. Beyond the 
green and gold rise the hills at Pictc n, and still further off the faintly outlined 
heights of Northumberland and Hastings, over thirty miles away. 


The Sandbanks is a favorite resort of the people of Picton and Belleville. 
Two and three thousan 1 people not unfrequentjy visit the locality in a single day, 
and were steamers to call on their way from Toronto down the lake the number 
would be considerably augmented. 

These sand hills are said to be the most wonderful in the wr rid. There are 


similar hills on the lake Michigan shore, and in Denmark, but they are neither 
so high nor so massive. In the Island of Java a bank of equal proportions stands 
on the sea shore, but the sand is less pure, and the warm colored saffron white is 
absent, For grandeur and beauty combined no Sand Banks in the world, so it i*> 
said, can rival the Banks of Prince Edward. 


A Sarrel of old. 


.IE : Outlet" is a short, but < 
the waters of East L::ke ii 

comparatively deep and broad stream, emptying 1 
into Little Sandy bay, an indention of Lake 

Ontario. The river (for in local parlance it is a "river") runs its sluggish 
course between great white banks of sand, whose grotesque shapes are as unique 
as the results of any snowstorm ; and when the moonlight floods these sands, 
making strange lights and shadows, and the gray, dead cedars stretch forth their 
bare limbs?, the banks present a weird but fascinating appearance. But the 
locality is not a faded beauty and does not depend on the moonlight for its fasci 
nation-;. Many an afternoon when the bass could not be tempted to rise, have 
\ drifted down the stream between banks of blue flags and snow white water- 
lilies, watching the ever varying picture of light and shade, listening to 

"That undefined and mingle:! hum" of nature, so soothing on a summer s day, 
and over all the ceaseless rush of the waters as the waves break on the beach of 
Little Sandy. But if the bass do not always rise, and you do not care to smoke 
jind dream away a summer s day, there is no lack of rock fish and perch, arid now 
and then a gamy, golden pickerel to make the reel hum with delightful music. 

About half way between the bridge and the bay, and not far from the western 

bank of the river may be seen the remains of a cofferdam built there a few years 

. At the bottom of that structure there is, or should be, a btfi-rel of gold. I 

"ked with the men who built this cofferdam and who worked many days 

to obtain the gold that has been buried there more than a century, and they 

;ire me it . there, and if they only had the proper machinery they could ex- 

. ract it. As an evidence of good faith they offered me a share in the treasure for 

;; small consideration, that is, small for the profits I would surely realize outof it if I 


However, they did not succeed in bringing the barrel to the surface, and it still 
remains there to keep alive the legend that accounts for its deposit in that place 
before the surrender of Quebec and the ivssion of Canada to Great Britain. 

Tn the summer of 17.58 Col. Brad-tree:, sailed from the mouth of the Oswego 
river to attack Fort Fronven.-i;-, (Kingston,) then held by I)e Levis for France. As 
the British ships neared the Upper (Jap a French gun-boat was seen beating up 

ilnst the wind making for the Gap. Two of Bradstive-. s ships were sent for- 


ward to intercep: the gun-boat. The French vessel being unable to reach Fort 
Frontenac changed her course to the west, with Bradstreet s vessels in full chase. 

The race was an exciting one for about thirty miles, but the English vessels 
were gradually closing up the distance between them, and as the gun-boat was no 
match for the enemy, her captain decided to save his crew and a barrel of gold he- 
had on board. Accordingly he rounded Salmon Point, sailed up the Outlet, sunk 
the barrel of gold at a marked spot, burned his ship to the water s edge and re 
turned overland only to find Fort Frontenac taken and destroyed. 

Such is the legend that has maintained itself most sturdily in the locality for a 
century. Perhaps it would have passed into oblivion before this if it had not 
beer, for an incident that happened about half a century ago. 

One bright summer day some fishermen winding up their nets at Salmon Point 
saw a strange vessel cautiously feeling her way along that dangerous shore. 
Civi-ping along, with the sounding line going, she anchored in the mouth of the 
Outlet and dropped her sails. It was an unusual thing for a vessel to come in 
there, and as there was considerable filibustering along the frontier at that time. 
the fishermen drew near to ascertain what particulars they could about the 
suspicious stranger. Her crew consisted of only six or seven men, two of whom 
soon came ashore. One was an ordinary sailor, the other, who interests us more, 
was about 3 > years old, a handsi >me dark complexioiied gentleman, whose military 
bearing, neat clothes and polished shoes, somewhat overawed the rough fisher 
men. He left most of the conversation to his companion, and when he did speak 

it was with a decided French accent. After enquiring about Captain ,C and 

learning where they would find him, they returned to their ship, and the fisher 
men to their homes, vainly surmising who the strangers might be. 

That evening M.. De Pontleroy called on Captain C- . The two gentlemen 

were soon togethe^in the best parlor, looking over old maps, sketches and yellow 
documents. Needless to say the stranger s mission was about the barrel of gold. 
He was a descendant of the commander of the gun-boat who had sunk the money 
there some 80 years before, and the documents he produced disclosed the exact 
spot where the treasure lay. Captain C- - promised him all the assistance he 
could afford, and offered him the hospitality of his house while he remained in 
the neighborhood, which might be for some time. This M. De Pontleroy de 
clined with many thanks, as he had, he said, excellent accommodation on his 
boat and preferred to remain with his men. 

While these two are in the parlor another couple are in the dining-room who 
claim our attention for a moment. One is George Randall, a tall, fine looking 
man, son of an adjoining farmer : the other is the Captain s daughter, Nellie, a^ 
sweet a specimen of young womanhood as any man could aspire to. After an 
hour s conversation in the parlor M. De Pontleroy re-entered the dining-room^ 


was introduced to the lovers, made a stately bow and departed, promising to see 
the Captain on the morrow. 

In a few days the Frenchman and his men had located the spot wlu 
gold was hidden, but he found on examination he had not brought with, feiir 
the necessary machinery, and while the boat was absent he was the guest : 

Captain C . It was not Nellie s fault that she fell in love with the affafote 

polished stranger. His knowledge was so wide, his accomplishments so vai -". 
and his presence so charming that he came like a revelation to her soraewSraafc 
contracted world. But she would not admit M. De Pontleroy as a lover as 1 
as she was betrothed to George. But George was too busy just now to notice- 
intimacy growing up between Nellie and her guest. If George had one fau* 
prominent than another it was his passion for gain, the mean ambition of get-: 
rich for the mere sake of being rich ; and the thought of that immense treasure 
at the bottom of the river, so near him all these years,, and now this stranger < 
to carry it away, worried him. 

One night about dark as M. Do Pontleroy was returning to his boat h* 
took George on the Sand Banks, and the two walked on together. The sr 
had jus! left Nellie, George had just left the buried treasure, sad both were CBt- 

gros^ed with their own thoughts. George was wondering if he could j 
some kind of a partnership in the barrel of gold, and ventured timidly t 
t:-.;- subject. At the same moment M. De Ponck-roy was thinking how he c/< 

sound George s feelings towards Nellie, so lie shifted the conversation by 
telling George he had a much greater treasure in his sweet -heart than lay huned 
i;i the river. It would be too long a story to follow up the convei 
before they parted that night they had entered into a solemn compact by wi 
M. D 3 Pontleroy was to release to Georg..- all his right to the gold, and GWN 
wa> to release N.-;lie from her engagement. The contract was carried out a*v 
about ten days the strange vessel that had attracted so nmeh. attention v 
anchor, spread her sails and departed with M. and Madame De Poutleroy. 

George spent much time and money trying to ret over- the buried treastJiv., J, 
all hi- eff I!-: - were unsuccessful, and his friends and neighbors did not regrer 
i -nit when they learned lie had traded oii his sv fur a barrel of geld. 




neath the northern skies, lone, black ard grhn, 
Nought bub the starlight lies twixt heaven anJ him. 

0, man 33-) need has he, of God, no prayer ; 
tie ana his Deity ure brothers there. 

Above his bivouac the firs fling down 
Thro branches gaunt and black, their needles brown. 

Afar, some mountain streams, rock-bound and fleet, 
Sing themselves thro his dreams in cadence sweet. 

The pine tree s whispering, the heron s cry, 
The plover s passing wing, his lullaby. 

And blinking overhead the white stars keep 
Watch o er his hemlock bed his sinless sleep. 




BEAUTiFrLXi-Ir, beautiful : ewetej Night! I ning ba-k my cn-ains that 
f_Jr you may em . ;. 

In s:eps the maiden, an 1 peaceful in the mild sweet light of he:- charms my 
eyes close, my >:c;i:i droops upon my hands : and so content am I in her tranquil 
preasnca that I move n >t, lost in m >.ving I biv.ik th_> woven ch irm, but a g-ntle 
hand laid light^ oa nay head sways my m : nd and I am enticed by rhis summer 
spirit out upon a balcony my balcony, overlooking dark, silent Qv.inte, a bay 
the gods ever smile u; .. 

Jlist no\v ic is very beautiful, and dark, save \vhere i: catches a gleam r.-om the 
saver crescent above the br,>,v of Nigai, or returns the sparkles, flashed from the 
:;:s in her dark hair. 

ate lo ks up drpwslly, not danciijg and animated as sometimes, ln;t this is 

a change an.i one f, sis calm v,-hi!e looking upon it. 

; -""- r shades ID the hollows and the lights in Villeneuve Place a. i 
"the darkness but mat - .-... . r. 

11 s: -i slop 33 : , : iful mountain Macaulay where a stream has 
le a dark cut from brow to foot. A . 0.33 over ;h > !ir-: ie falling river 

"" f > ;!: ; -- beyond hoping to see a sparkle through the veil, in the hush [ 

Only twice some the sweet notes, wafted over by a faint wind from the 
mountain pines, , :( - S0 ng drives ;nvuy tr.e tlunight of (h<> 


NT igat,too,h ?, and sighs, so mucTi syn^pathy shows she 


Th( woods haa < eased and a sound co:;:es up from the Bay. !t 

utet piash of t] [ r trolic-danco in the moohlig] 

are ;cho ing in the liar - r , OV e 

i nt theblue tmong the shadows there are great 

d-irk hulls. 

O]l - :- -- ;:iful! Summer spirit, do not leare me. 


Draw not your wand away. I am so lonely sometimes, but oh not now. 

Then I draw closer and whisper to her : so faintly do I whisper that even a 
plaintive zephyr wandering about waiting with its own little story to reveal unto 
the ear of Night, cannot whisper it again. 

Hear me, beautiful dark maiden, I cry. You have a magic power. You go 
where I cannot, you see what I cannot see : thoughts are clear to you and you 
read men s minds in dreams. Go to him. maiden, I beseech you, to him whose 
image I show you and find if he truly loves. Come again at this time to-morrow, 
I meet you here. Till then no rest. 

And Night, touching with a wand-like finger my brow of thought, swings open 
the portal of my mind, and there sees oh what a beautiful youth ! 

Only once before had the dusky maiden seen such another. He is the god of Day 
whom she has loved all her life long though he cares not for her, always leaving 
the sky at her coming. She ever looks sadly after him as they part, but in his 
cold breast is no pity. 

Thus her life is weighted with deep sadness, often even melancholy. Some 
times she spends many hours of her stay with us, weeping quietly and at other 
twnes sobbing without control. At such times she hides away her jewels as tin- 
sight of brightness adds to her heart sorrow. 

To-night she was very calm until she saw the image of the youth so like the 
one who had run the line of despair through her long life. 

Twas then I heard a sigh which she tried in vain to stifle. 

On Night, why are you so sad ? I question. AVer.-- I as beautiful as you, had I 
such enduring gvms for my hair and such a gleam upon my brow, and oh were I 
so beloved, I think I should never know a sigh. 

Ah child, with all my beauty, all my jewels, all my friend, . Day loves me not. 
she makes reply, and I am very unhappy, for to me life would be perfect only 
with love. 

The people of Earth, saving the post souls who are ray companions, scorn iove ; 
but you, child, whose soul is chained unto such a being as you have revealed unto 
me, will understand and believe that I say truly. 

You have ivad my heart, was all I could reply, for sleep came unsought and 
when I awoke Night had vanished. 

This time Day s stay seemed an age but when at last Night came again, good 
news came with her. 

"I found him, she cried, seeming pleased while pleasing another, though! had 
to travel half the earth ere 1 saw a fare like unto the one ! searched for. 



When I went to him he was standing uport a bank near a river. In one- 
glance [ saw that lithe form, fine head beautifully poised, and the crown of yellow 
curls ; and when he bade me welcome it was with a strong smile which won me. 
I tarried until he threw himself clown and slept, lulled by the croon of the near 

It was then time to look into his mind. 


What news then, beautiful maiden, I interrupt eagerly, can you say cheer, or 
but I find no voice to finish. 

With a lightsome toss of her head which makes the gems flash she answers in 
a pleasant voice : I am nearer happiness than I have been for long, bee,-. use in 
bringing pleasure to you, peace is reflected. 

Dear child, be happy, she said kindly, what I have read in the mind of the 
dreamer fully satisfies the wish in your own. 





JT Avas April, blossoming spring, 
They buried me, when the birds did sing ; 

Earth, in clammy wedging earth, 

They banked my bed with a black, damp girth. 

Under the damp and under the mould, 

I kenned my breasts were ch-umny and cold. 

Out from the red beams, slanting and bright, 
I kenned my cheeks were sunken and white, 

I was a dream, and the world was a dream, 

And yet I kenned all things that seem. 


I was a dream, and the world was a dream, 
But yon cannot bury a red sunbeam. 

For though in the muler-grave s doom-night 
I lay ail silent and stark and white. 

Yet over my head I seemed to know 
The murmurous moods of wind and snow. 

The snows that wasted, the winds that blew, 
The rays that .slanted, the clouds that drew 

The water-ghosts up from lakes below, 

And the little flower-souls hi earth that grow. 


Under earth, in the grave s stark night, 
I felt the stars and the moon s pale- light. 

I felt the winds of ocean and land 

That whispered the blossoms soft and blaud. 

Though they had buried me dark arid low, 
My soul with r.he seasons seemed to grow. 


I was a bride in my sickness sore, 
I was a bride nine months and more. 

From throes of pain they buried me low, 
For deabh had finished a mother s woe. 

But under the sod, in the grave s dread doom, 
I dreamed of my baby in glimmer and gloom. 

I dreamed of my babe, and I kenned that his rest 
"Was broken in wailings on my dead breast. 

I dreamed that a ros^-leaf hand did cling : 

Oh, you cannot bury a mother in spring. 

When the winds are soft anl the blossoms are red 
She could not sleep in her cold earth-byd. 

I dreamed of my babe for a day and a night, 
And then I rose in my grave-clothes white. 

I rose like a flower from my damp earth-bed 
To the world of sorrowing overhead, 

Men would have c ilk d m a thing of har a, 
But dreams of my balx- made me rosy au 1 warm. 


I felt my breasts swell under my shroud ; 
No stars shone white, no winds were loud ; 

But I stole me past the graveyard wall, 
For the voice of my baby seemed to call ; 

And I kenned me a voice, though my lips were dumb ; 
Hush, baby, hush ! for mother is come. 

I passed the streets to my husband s home ; 
The chamber stairs in a dream I clomb ; 

I heard the sound of each sleeper s breath, 
Light waves that break on the shores of death, 

I listened a space at my chamber door, 
Then stole like a moon-ray over its floor. 

My babe was asleep on a strangei^s arm, 
"Oh, baby, my baby, the grave is so warm, 

"Though dark and so deep, for mother is there ! 

come with me from the pain and care ! 

"O come with me from the anguish of earth, 
Where the bed is banked with a blosscmyng girth, 

"Where the pillow is soft and the rest is long, 
And mother will croon you a slumber-song. 

"A slumber-song that will charm your tyes 
To a sleep that never in earth-song lies ! 

"The loves of earth your being can spare, 
But never the grave, for mother is thei e," 

1 nestlei 1 him soft to my throbbing breast, 
And stole me back to my long, long rest, 


And here I lie with him under the stars, 
Dead to earth, its peace and its wars ; 

Dead to its hates, its hopes and its harms, 
So long as he cradles up soft in my arms. 

And Heaven may open its shimmering doors, 
And saints make music on pearly floors, 

And hell may. yawn to its infinite sea, 

But they never can take my baby from Die, 

For so much a part of my soul he hath grown 
That God doth know of it high on His throne, 

And here I lie with him under the flowers 

That sun-winds rock through the billowy hours, 

"With the night-airs that steal from the murmuring sea, 
Bringing sweet peace to my baby and me. 


on the AAoantain gop. 

r, April has glided away from the forest with great shining- tears in 
hbr tender blue eyes, and g. old* -u-browed May comes dancing wild over the 
greening hills, chasing the sunbeams up and down th: v grey avenues, and 
softly unfolding, on myriad dull branches, great c of thin, shiny, silken 
leaves, dipped in sun gold soft and yellow. The reign of the sweet H( p itic.i, :s 
i: -any ended. Only a few flowers remain shining from shaiy nooks like litt .e 
white stars, and now its fresh leaf is reaching out t-> the sun, for the blossoms 
come ere the iv-,v leaves unfold. Far and wide through all the green-wood, by 
stream and hillock, snow-whire lily-cups of trilliums stir in the wind, violets are 
budding and in every sunny close the young grass is sprinkled white and rir.k 
v.-ith modest little Spring Beauties. Many wild flowers are in blossom. Hai- - 
way down the hill-side, a little way from a narrow path, a solitary, deciduous 
shrub thrives in shadow of old trees. Daphne, rare, beautiful Daphne. In April 
its small, sweet, pink blossoms, opened in clusters circling its dove-colored steins 
ere a green leaf unfolded. Alone it dwells on the hill-side with no other of us 
for miles and miles around. 

In a corner of a sunny field, near a picturesque lake on the outskirts of a fair 
Canadian city, a shrub like it is growing, also another in one of the Maritime 
Provinces ; and these are believed by the field naturalists of that city to be 1:: > 
only two in Canada. But this fertile County of Prince Edward lying out in the 
blue Ontario, and possessing a varied growth of wild-plant life, has been over 
looked and the Daphne is found here in several sequestered bowers. But let us 
turn again to the mountain-top. Song and sunshine are lampant. Here is ,t 
glassy pond mirroring a tangle of grey limbs and young leaves, while out of us 
grey-brown shadows come the vibrant voices of frogs, sounding their silver pipes 
from silver pools ; and close by on the bole of an ancient elm two lively young 
wood-peckers are dancing a ?-w.A . See them with their heads together beating a 
mad rat-tat on the bark with their bright beaks ! To and fro they go, half-way 
round the tree giddy black and white birds. Here comes a mourning cloak ! 
Solemn black butterfly, coaxed by a sunny breath from its winter repose in some 
hollow tree slowly it passes by as if not yet quite wide awake, and, as it flies oif 
through the woodland, I wonder if it has memory of the sunny springtime of the. 
year gone by, a recollection of its beauty making this one the more sweet ? 
Where Memory * *, she rears a radiant tower of springtime on to springtime ; 
trellis green with thin leaves, gaudy with beautiful svar-eyed ftower.-;, and faint 


;.! SECATIVE8, "V I-: B. SI3 



tin- breaMi of blossoms, she rests on its summit; tfis>- while a iv;trm wind 
rushes up. fragrant and full of bird-song- and sound of ftdiiug waters, and glancing 
down through the golden sunshine, she murmurs- rar&t1i.*emi& could Persian 
pleasure-garden be more fair ? Out through the- shallow pond rush the dogs 
with great bounds, splashing the water into spray, like white pearls in the sun, 
and the piping of frogs suddenly ceases. Yet the niv is all restless -with the 
humming of gold-banded bees in the willows, and from the top-aiost hough of a 
hemlock comes the liquid voice of a thrush, exquisite as fvm a throat bursting 
Avith song. Turning at last from the pond, our path leads through a tangle of 
fragrant junipers near by a cluster of cedars, whence comes a sudden sound of 
wings, and a partridge, a plump fellow, whirrs, off throujfh the sunshine. Half 
an hour ago he was drumming down the hill-side a rumWing sound as of fat- 
distant thunder. Thus at intervals through the- Lang, miW days from .sheltered 
place?, come the hollow soundings of 


F orG - 5 ^ Crammer 

Forest drummer up the mountain, 


Drumming in the sun, 
Mellow music by the fountain, 
Where white rillets run. 

In the silence of the thicket, 

? Mid the violet-bloom, 
Ere the singing of the cricket, 
lit the piny gloom. 

"With his dark wing, grey and glossy, 

With his might he drums 
On }lone log, old and mossv, 

When the gold light conies. 

H. M. M. 




M plains that reel to southward clii::, 

The road runs by UK; white and bare ; 
Up the steep hill it seems to swim 

Beyond, aud melt into the glare. 
Upward half way, or it may be 

Nearer the summit, slowly steals 
A hay-cart, moving dustily 

With idly clanking wheels. 

By his cart s side the wagoner 

Is slouching slowly at his ease, 
Half-hidden in the windless blur 

Of white dust puffing to his knees. 
This wagon on the height al>ove, 

From sk\ to sky on either hand, 
Is the sole thing that seems to move 

In all the heat-held land. 

Beyond me in the fields the sun 

Soaks in the grass and hath his will ; 
I count the marguerites one by one ; 

Even the buttercups are still. 
On the brook yonder not a breath 

Disturbs the spider or the midge. 
The water-bugs draw close beneath 

The cool gloom of the bridge. 


Where the far elm-tree shadows flood 

Dark patches in the burning grass, 
The cows, each with her peaceful cud, 

Lie waiting for the heat to pass. 
From somewhere on the slope near by 

Iiito the pale depth of the noon 
A wandering thrush slides leisurely 

His thin revolving time. 

In intervals of dreams I hear 

The cricket frc in the droughty ground ;. 
The grass-ho} pers spin into mine ear 

A small innumerable sound. 
I lift mine eyes sometimes to gaze : 

The burning sky-line blinds my sight - 
The woods far off are blue with haze : 

The hills are drenched in light. 

And yet to me not this or that 

Is always sharp or always sweet ; 
In the sloped shadow of my hat 

I lean at rest, and drain the heat ; 
Nay more, I think some blessed power 

Hath brought me wandering icily here :.: 
In the full furnace of this hour 

My thoughts grow keen and c]ear. 












Aii Ineideiii of 


HAD received a letter from an attorney u St. Paul, I*. I-.?., asking for i 
information about the ancestry and fa: istory of a person who had 

^ lived in this vicinity a number of years ago. In hunting up this informs - 
i I was referred to an old gentleman, who, I was told, could probably inform 
moon one point that was involved in some obscurity. So parly one morning I 
.,}]>. D - - and found him, although a man of 80, ha wonderful 
y stored with local history. It was a war;;), lazy summer morning, and as 
my octogenarian friend and myself lay sir i the lawn, with \ he blue 

water,-; of the Bay of i i making music at our feet as they wast hist 

the shore and sides of my boat, I was not at all disinclined to listen to the old 
ie reminiscences my inquiries had started. 
I suppose you remember the rebellion of : 37 ?" I in^uir . 

Oh, yes, well," r< tfr. D. "There were no active participants in Prince 

Edward and no arrests were afterward made here, bu -g was 

the time." 

"Then you obtained the b . fought for without I ;ed," I 


Ye, we didn t have any. fighting. or hanj 

:;: short ) \vedid ha ^ 

"How was that ?" 1 asked. 

And this is the incident the old gei -d : 

Very early in : "" Murysburgh, in 

if this o I R^y 

i le b-longed to a good family in the old ci T in 

een a Rangers in war undi P C -.i<>r) 

about 2i), leavir.g one son, who was always known a 

H^ines. ". Ire inherited and lived on Ihomestead, v . itilb 

ofthos -oomy structures with wide chimneys and 3 -ven 

s to be found in the county. ioneer; 

. shewing the blood of his Kngli.-h I;in 


ho.iest citizen. It was souietiiues said he was too aristocratic for a new countrv 
but if there was such ;i feeling among the residents of the township it was only 
s mred by a few whose worldly circumstances were not as advanced as the 
s {Hire s, or who failed to enjoy the same confidence as their more fortunatr 

But if there was any doubt ;is to the supremacy of the squire in the now fast- 
growing community, there was none whatever about the position hisdaughtei 
enjoyed. And Alary Haines deserved both her father s devoted love and hei- 
popularity in the township and adjoining village. More than her beautiful face, 
her wealth of brown hair, her liquid blue eyes and graceful figure, her sunny 
clisposition and frank, welcoming smile made her a general favorite. 

Even at that early period Picton was the nucleus of the county, boasting its; 
weekly paper (the only one between Kingston and Toronto) and a "female 
academy." the pioneer of the many ladies colleges now scattered over Ontario. 
Alary Haines had been in attendance at this academy for the year previous to the 
opening of our story the summer of 1837. While there, and shortly before the 
summer holidays, .she had met her fate in the person of Malcolm Gibson. 1 would 
like to be able to tell what they said and how they said it when he made the im-- 
portant announcement, but really I do not know. In fact what takes place or. 
such occasions is seldom known, except to the two parties most interested ; and 
where that indescribable affinity exists that draAvs two hearts into contact, what 
is said and done in that moment is always too sacred to be communicated to a 
third party. Of course the novelist always tells this part of the story most 
minutely, and \vhen we are young we linger over this part of his veracious 
chronicle with intense interest ; but when we grow older ( 1 don t say wiser) we 
only read this part to enable us to test the writer s imagination. 

Suffice it to say that when Mary left the academy at the end of the summer 
term she and Malcolm Gibson were betrothed lovers, and Malcolm had promised. 1 
her that he \vould call and break the news to her father as soon as possible. It 
never occurred to Malcolm that squire Haines would refuse his consent to a 
marriage with his daughter. And there was no reason why he should, for Mal 
colm was in every respect an eligible son-in-law. He was the son of Scotch 
parents who had settled in Kingston while he was a child. He studied medicine 
in Philadelphia, and had been practising his profession in Picton about a year at 
this time. Though only 23 years old. his athletic frame and close, brown beard 
made him appear older, and he had found no difficulty in winning the confidence- 
of a large portion of the community, and retaining it by his skill and ability. 

Malcolm had already called twice at the squire s, but on both occasions thr- 
father was absent on business. But one Saturday afternoon, toward the end of- 
August, he received a note from Mary asking him to come down on Sunday. I 

AN INCIDENT O-F 37.. 59 

the inevitable postscript she hinted that her f athec- wotdd sueefy he tuR? 1 

When Malcolm arrived at "Bay view" the next afternoon tfaesquire wastaiantg 
his usual Sunday nap. But Malcolm had been very busy the past two weeks, 
and it was much more delightful to spend an hour or two with Mary iroi!er the. 
shady maples oh the shore than discuss matrimonial intentions with a prospec 
tive father-in-law. Perhaps Malcolm tin night, the squire would be in a better 
humor after supper. And in any event there was no particufcur hurry. There 
are always a number of good reasons suggesting themselves to a love? ut such a. 

\Yheiitheloversreturnedto the house they fowl*! the squire pacing sip and 
down the broad verandah with a newspaper in his hand. It was quite evident 
that something had disturbed his usual good temper ; bat when he SAW Malcolm 
he came forward and shook his hand in his hearty manner. 

"You appear to be excited over something, squire," remarked Malcolm, good 

"Excited! I haven t been so mad in ten years. I tell you, doctor," and he 
threw down the paper with an angry scowl, "there is going to he t rouble before 

"Why, father, you surely have not been r-eading- a senaon r Fat?. iid 

Mary, turning toward Malcolm with a smile, "always says he can 15>?--n to a 
sermon in the proper place because it is one s duty to go to church, Irat 
him angry for any person to suggest reading a sermon at home." 

Mary s good nature almost made her father forget his unger for the 
but as he picked up the paper that had so disturbed hi?- B -<}% he said with 

a vim, "It s pure sedition, nothing else." 

"But, what is father ? It s all a riddle to us." 

Malcolm said nothing. He had noticed that the paper the st.uire jrifked up 
was the "Constitution," and lie at once decided it would not be safe to show 

openly his own political sympathies if he wished to avoid a scene. 

"It s that d --- d paper of Mackenzie s. Here s what he calls a "DeflaratiOQ of 
the Reformers of Toronto." holds up the American revolution H.S ;m exampDe to us, 
attacks the Established Church, advocates free trade: yes, sir, anil he even pro 
poses to thank Papineau for stirring up rebt-llion in Lower Canada. If that isn t 
treason, what is it :" 

"But." said Malcolm, forgetting in his earnestness his intention of neutrality, 
"Papineau has always proeceded constitutionally. He has declared pnbjirly that 
all he demands i< a good government composed of t rk".vJs t>f legality, lilunty 


,33; ;n:l p&Titkal institutions as are in accordance with the rest 
e.u 7ir.j aril the age we live in."" 

"I t?H yon, doeior, P;iphieau and Nelson will be h:rnged if there is any hang 
ing for hiifh treason, and llarkeii::ie and his gang are just as bad. 

"But, father," said 3Iary, "You know Mr. Bidwell ; and I have hoard you say 
tli t,j hi is a loyal man even though a Reformer." 

, yan slsn J, mvler.stand these things," roared the squire. "Bidwell is a 
whig ; rMhuOte-nzh 1 and l?:*lph are radicals, and a radical is a rebel every time. All 
they want to do Is to rab the, banks and abscond to the States." 

"But, squirt*," z-nU rposed Malcolm, "Mackenzie and Rolph and their followers 
hafe large interests at stake in the country, and if they rohbed the banks they 
would only !>;-; r/bl>IjTjj tht^nselvc-s. And sometimes even revolution in:iy l;e a 
patviotsc net i 

lje? - e, diMrtor," said the, squire, turning .-enirely towards Malcolm and 
letting the p&per drop from his hand iu liis e;;rnestaess, "if my little girl there, 
whom I love I f.h;m my life, sh> ;-evolution I wouldn t hesitate a 

moment to e:>mmifc. her to ^aol for treason. I m a magistrate, and so help me 
God I \vmild dr> my dnty. Malcolm saw there was no usi ing bhe matter, 

that argil?)!. .tit. r.; thtt sijuira s present condition of mind was like shaking a red 
fliginthti face ol an ejtraged bull. And iie had no doubt, wh; 1 , * -\\rthat the 
squire meant every word he saul. Even loy;ilty might be caj an absurd 

1 enth. 

And tie tlionglit passed throngb X .iilc-olni s mind. "\\ : last . ;-emark in- 

tended far me ? Does he .suspect my purpose to-day, and does he wish to sound 

my political opinions?" 31alcohn was too honest not to il: his sympathies 

with the constitutional effov to Iireak i rom the bonds of the 

Family (h);nj)act. if he h;\;l hoi-n (juest ioned. But would the - in his pr< 

trnipur be. able tt> distinguish between sympathies wi:h constitutional efforts 
and treasonable designs ? So, when lie got an opportunity, lie told Mary lie 
thought it br.t m>l to inform her father of their engagement while he was so 
oxcifcail by p:>]itii:;i] ia!>t;!2 .-!. 

"Yoa know, dariing," he added, "he and I might not exactly agree on these 

Hi nl I WAiit to avoid discussion on them. 

"^"on knov Icohn ; as f says, T don t i: nd these matters ; 

that is-, thtt pDVifeitis, I jwean/ id slyly. "But yoii don t anticipate any 

;bhi, <b: 

"I (loifJ kjio-iT, >ny "irl ; Mac% led and r . has been 

sorely trie;}, ha ; J b*;-p- ud f bink ft .vi-l t -out the arl n ol arms." 


And so, after supper, they parted. "I will call again in a fev,- days," said 
Ma .colm, as he mounted his horse and rode away. 

A few days afterward Malcolm started for Bayview." He determined to avoid 
all matters of politics, come to the point at once, and have matters settled with 
the s([uire. It was a beai.itifu! summer afternoon, and when Malcolm reached 
brow of the hill above the Stone Mills he invo "y brought his horse to a. 

halt to view the magnificent, scenery spread before him. And in this fair 
1 aiiada of ours there is no fairer scene to look upon none po 4 more 

historic or scientific interest. Within a few feet was the mysterious Lake-on-the,- 
Moxintain, whose water* are almost level with the surface of tlie hill. Nearly 
below, do \v:i the almost perpendicular enbankment, the blue waters ot 
Bay of Q unite stretched away on either hand forming a dozen bays and inlets in 
irregular shores of A lolphustown and Sophiasburgh. From Avhere he stood 
:ii could see the spot wheiv landed the U. E. Loyalis s the Plymouih 
R xvi of dm:! i. A little farther up the shora is th:> o d U, E. L. b;i -ouncl, 

wh- ;> so many of those noble pioneers who braved everything for conscience 

sake. Tl: ore stood the first conn, house, erected, and where was held the-;, 
court of law in Upper Canada, Fro:n here, too, cou] -:i the early homes of 

miny ,jiu>n who have made the his. .ory of C.-inada. Allan McLean, the first, 
awyer of Kingston ; lion. Christopher Ha;jerma:i, judge and Solic!;o; ,-il ; 

II >:i. Richard Cartwrigh - IP of Sir Ii. J. Cartwright : Marshall S. Bidwell, 

rling reformer who b:i .;!el for v-spon -i ole government, and in more 

:ie man who:n the Dominion s! ill mourns and who \vili fill so 
in her history, Sir John A. IM acdonalcl. 

And thesa .Mah-ohn now gaxc-.l upon seen in:;ny a , sight, 

;iy a, daring adventurer. It was here the soldier-like Samuel de 

Champlain pa first looked upoii the waters of Lake Ontario : iu>re 

velier i- ieur de la Sa iO, and hi- -Mnij^uiiou 
PIUS, th > d r.r.i nri de Tonti, in their uafortuna 

sipl>i ; the.luck 1 -, La, Earre <- .nd the dauntless DerouvHIe. And on :iks 

campe /al -ant soldier who lielt: so long the emjiii e :;ew 

wor] . Le Fronl enac. 

V\":iile r,-;HMiisc,-nces like ^i:ig tlirough ."Ma co m s mind hehear.l 

the . ;:!<! !n M few mim; py Haines came IE Tn 

of the loVer I. 

blin 1, wha ; ; ;: 1 was 11 . 

"You s 2e I ;rn carrying o;r m^ prcnnise I > wait upon you:- 
Malcolm, affc over. 

"I am g" -;d you cam", de;r, a -. A 

i in 31 her 


came to the house eaily yesterday morning and father went with him to Kings 
ton, ami promised to return to-morrow night." 

"How did they go -" asked Malcolm. 

"They took the stage coach at the Stone Mills. I drove them down my- 

Mary." said Malcolm, with more of tenderness in his voice than she had evei 
heard before. "I don t know why, but T have a foreboding that something is 
going to come between us to mar our lives." 

"Oh. don t say that, Malcolm. I have had enough to make me dismal since 
father went away, and 1 don t want you to be gloomy as well." 

"Why, what has been bothering my little girl ?" asked Malcolm, quickly foi- 
getting his ov\ n thoughts. 

Th-y had turned their horses towards Bayview and were walking them side 
by side. 

"1 think Col. Fletcher and father have gone to Kingston on some political 
mission ; at least Col. Fletcher brought news from headquarters at Toronto and 
I saw them reading the letters together." 

"But what is there disquieting in that, Mary Y 

"Nothing particular in that alone, but I could not help overhearing part of 
their conversation : and they were talking about the conversation we had Sun 
day, and father referred to something you said about revolution sometimes being 
necessary, or something like that. Colonel Fletcher appeared very excited and 
said he knew you, and he believed you would be a rebel if you were- not too Ing a 

"Me. my darling, what does he know about me? I know the man only by 
reputation. Nobody even knows what my political opinions are, because 1 have 
purposely avoided discussing politics ; and I don t know that 1 have ever had an 
opportunity of proving myself a coward." , 

"Malcolm, you don t think I believe a word of it, and I don t think father does, 
but you cannot tell what enemies you may have or what they may be doing.. 
And 1 know. dear, you wouldn t be a cowar 1 if it came to the test. I think that 
was the meanest thing !" and the tears came into .Mary s eyes. 

They discussed the situation on the way home, and came to the conclusion 
that Malcolm should call and see Col. Fletcher and the squire when they return 
ed, and clear himself from any suspicions that might cling to him. 

M-ilcolm had almost dismissed the matter from his mind, but on his road home 
after supper, when he had no companions but his own thoughts, Col. Fletcher s 
remark would persist incoming back. The mciv he thought of it the more 


insinuation of cowardice galled him. and it was none the less rankling because he 
could discover no reason for the charge. Malcolm was brooding over these 
thoughts and had got to the foot of Chuckery hill, where the upper road joins the 
old Y rk and Kingston stage road, and was passing a clump of trees near the 
roadway when he heard a voice, "Be that you, doctor ?" 

It was already nearly dark, and as Malcolm pulled up his horse he recogiiix. 

speaker as a tenant of the squire s named Jenkins. Jenkins was one of the 
better class of immigrants, who had come out a year or two previously. 

"Anybody sick around here, doctor ?" asked Jenkins, without waiting for an. 
answer to his first question. 

"No one worse than myself, that I know of. Jenkins." 

"I tell ee. doctor, there he strange things appening around ere, 

Malcolm supposed Jenkins had seen something he thought was a ghost, a 
replied with a laugh, "Oh, yes. strange things are happening every day." 

"Oh, but this is more than hordinary strange." 

"What is ? What are you talking about. Jenkiii- :" 

"Well, I be in town this afternoon, and three men ride np to Striker s Inn. " 

"Well, what did they iV :" 

"Why. I was coming *ome and didn t wait to see what they do." 

"I don t see anything particularly strange about that," said Malcolm. 

"No, that been t the strange part o it. You see I was coming ome on fo; 
My black mare got lame yesterday, when 

"Never mind your black mare, Jenkins. You walked home anyway." 

"No I didn t, doctor. I" 

Well, what did you do : What is the point in all this !-" 

"Why, dot-tor. 1 got as far a- this and set down behind these tree- 
I eard them men coming. I knew them because one of the orses had white i 

tien they got just here they stopped." Jenkins was not accustomed to 

s ! ::ieil narrative and he stopped as well. 

"Well, what did they do I-" asked Malcolm impaHently. 
"Well, sir. they took out a flask and all took a drink around." 

The doctor could not restrain 1 ; ted a* Jenkins denouement. 

u-e told plainly that he didn t approve of this hilarity on the doctor ,- 
I- nd he began to scratch his puzzled head. Evidently this process a--isteu" 

his faculty of expression, and lie said, "1 tell ee. doctor, them men he going torolv 


the IV! Mil COa jh." 

How da you know that ?" 
"Why, I eard them say so right yere." 

"Hat why didn t you tell me that before? The coach must be nearly due 

"You wouldn t give me time to a. doctor," replied Jenkins in an injured; 


Bat the doctor had alr< irned his hors< .ward the 

p where the :-tage would cross. If the intentions of the robbers were to 

ickthe coach they would undoubtedly do so in the heavy v. hat lay 

between him and the Ferry Hotel. If he could reach this ho d give the 

warning before the coach left, there would be li . . It was only s<. 

t wo or three miles away and Male:. :rred his horse into a gallop. He had 

rcely entered the dark woods when he heard the < rn. They 

leaving the hotel. A short distance further on he heard a hor- 
the ground ;! few yards from the roadway, The robbers had probably picketed 
ir horses and were going to attack the coach on foot, In a few minutes more 
he haarcl the clatter of the coach as it cams rolling over 

. it came. When within ten yards Malcolm shouted \vi his 

h. He could hear the coachman pull- up hi* h 
lantern along the road. "Safe/ said m to himself. 

There was the flash and report of a pistol not five ray, and Malcolm 

reeled in his : ::d fell. 

X; : i coach and its passengers wer - Knowing that it was 

ifcei, and that it would by 1 party 

nn; en by surprise, the robbers h 

en they reached Alalcolm they fojand hhn u is. Theycr. 

him to the hotel, but it was plain tha wound he had received was 

whole of the pi ;d entered ar or more 

the - no change ; then Malcolm o] ! lire 

Hah-es bending over him, and he could hear the whisper the 


ding round, c >lonel," i one o1 

,k his head ai; > - " squb?e s 

lied with tears, and he could only i *sing "^ of 

Icolm s hands in his own. Hethou^ 
^ vvnhishead. "TeU Mary I cl cd," was ail hi : say. 

Perl :olm knew B tow pr Mary woul ! the 



recollection of his love through all the after year,, There was a sweet calm on 
his face as he lay there jso still, and in a few minutes he had passed into t 
other world where love is eternal. 


A Bagatelle.. 


HE thistle-down sails thro the ether, 
Like bubbles that float in the air, 
While soft immortelles underneath her, 
Shine always unchanging and fair. 

Let the scent of thorny sweet-briar 
Go, marry the dog-roses, sigh, 
To be sure, the first may be higher, 
The other is lovely and nigh ! 

Let the wind blow round me, and over, 
While butter-cups beckon it on, 
To frolic and fluff, thro the clover, 
And find where the whiffletts have gone. 

Let the grasses all wave up their best, 
With butterflies dancing along, 
For the sun will soon flame up the west, 
Anil Nightingales take up the song. 


JTrom ^ingston to (Jharlolle: 

On the {\Torih 

EFORE leaving Kingston, just a word about its magnificent harbor which is, 
beyond question, one of the finest in the world. To the south lie the mighty 
" waters of Lake Ontario ever slowly and Imperceptibly moving eastward 
down by this grand, old, limestone city into the majestic St. Lawrence Hiver, the 
surroundings at the meeting of the lake and river being most remarkably beauti 
ful. On the right, adjacent to the city, is a picturesque promontory just below 
where the Cataraqui River empties into the lake, an 1 on this are situated the 
Royal Military College of Canada with its dependent buildings, and overlooking 
the water near the extreme end of the promontory, a grey stone Martello tower. 
Beyond these across a quiet inlet of deep water, lies Fort Henry wrapt in dreams 
under a bright summer sun, on the summit of a grassy glacis, and out a little Avay 
in the lake are the well-wooded shores of several large islands, having the appear 
ance of a main-land. Cedar Island, small, and very picturesque with its luxuriant 
growth of cedars, and other trees and shrubs, and its Martello tower, lies between 
these and Fort Henry, with just a gleam of blue water on either side. 

Kingston harbor is of a certainty a fine one for all manner of boats ; steam- 
yachts : sailers, large and small ; skiffs and canoes. A number of bat-wing sails 
are out this afternoon, the double ones floating 1 about like huge snow-white 
butterflies dropped down from some far Brobdingnag. To and fro they pass 
from point to point, and as we watch them, presently a shrill whistle sounds, and 
n steam-yacht emerges from a recess among the city wharves, passes a fine, large, 
sail-yacht about to cast anchor, and heads for the blue rcjvch between Fort Henry 
and Cedar Island. 

We have just returned from a charming paddle in the little "Wave, ;i im re. 
-(a-shell (not a rlu-nt, though, by any means), along si,- .e of our majestic "North 
King," and now : "All aboard !" In a moment the great wheels stir, slowly turn, 
and we are off. It is o;30 p. in. and running over the delightful water-way 
between Kingston and Picton, by lake and bay, we touch at the latter place 
about !):W p. m. and are off again immediately for the head of the Bay of Quinte. 

It is quite dark. We can distinguish nothing in the gloom save what water 


the steamer s lights shine- on, and the long ebon reaches of land bet-ween the less 
tlark wave, and sky, so we turn in and are soon fast asleep, Aunt Nell going firs; 
of a certainty, because for a few moments I am conscious of a heavy breathing 
close by, then am dreaming we have struck a rock, or something solid, and that 
that there is a wild, loud .sound somewhere of sttam escaping. By and by rude 
sounds break in on our dreams, then comes the voice of the long, mellow-toned 
whistle far forward, sounding as if blown by some distant steamer, and we are 
at Belleville City. The moon has not yet risen, and looking from the window as 
we reach the wharf, we can just discern a collection of huge dark buildings. 
Beyond in the shadows lies the silent city like some great creature fallen asleep- 

on a quiet shore. 


Our stay here is brief, and after a pleasant sail and another space of dreams. 
jit last ! we enter the beautiful Murray Canal just as a clear silver moon appears 
above a distant fringe of dark trees. On either side are low shores and vast level 
lands, ridges of sand, and rocks, and luxuriant growths of grasses : innumerable 
S .-dgy lagoons with rare studies of leaves and dead limbs etched in them by 
night s exquisite artist : the pale moon, while beyond these lie the woodlands, 
the hills, and the low. shadow-haunted hollows. And as the moon creeps up her 
blue path, gradually making brighter all this star-loved beauty, a fragment of 
one of our beautiful Canadian poems drifts out of the night : 

Lands ancient, bountiful 

bountiful beyond the shoivs, and ancient about the canal which resembles, so 
tourists tell us, that old world river, the Nile. 

As in a dream we pass on from one enchanting vision to another, running the 
canal, of a truth, all too soon, and leaving its wild places wrapt again in silence, 
save where a lone whip-poor-will calls from some quiet grove, or the scream of a 
jiight-bivd floats clown from the stars. 

Steaming out of Brighton Bay at sunrise, we pass by Presqu isle Point, a 
beautiful, narrow, tree-fringed reach of green hind lying out in Lake Ontario,. 
and run near shore all the way to Port Hope; on one side : the picturesque green 
lands of Ontario with their gentle undulations and long lines of gravelly beach. 
on the other, only a great sweep of blue water. A great, low, long, dark 
line of smoke lies in the wake of a distant mail-steamer not a sail is in sight. 

Arriving at Port Hope, a very pretty town beautifully situated by the lake, 
we find there: is ample time for sight-seeing ere leaving for Charlotte, so we stroll 
out in the sunshine and fresh, sweet winds of the summer morning, to the 
extreme end of the pier beyond the neat white lighthouse. Here the waves roll 
in, breaking against the wooden pillars and sliding inside among the great, round 
s ones moving the loose ones about like so many pebbles. 


What a variety of tints the ever-changing w aters take ! Southward upon the 
Like are pale blues, in some places almost white ; spaces of amber, vague gold 
light-, and faint browns ; deep, sea blues and beautiful greens, one a lovely 
mineral green like pale green malackite. 

In the course of a couple of hours we are out on thet-e wild, wide waters, and 
by and by the receding shores grow dim and more disa until naught is visible 
save the sea, and the sky, and the golden sun shadowed at times by snow-white 
clouds drifted across the blue. Swift fly the "moment* m keen enjoyment. We 
have been out on deck for some time gazing upon these vast round sunlit expanses 
of sky and sea, and listening to exquisite strains of mosic wafted to us from a 
piano near by in the saloon. Behind us a young man, on his wedding-trip, is 
reading to his pretty bride, a chapter from one of Amelie Rives clever stories, 
"According to Saint John" ; 

"And you think one can love twice ?" Tarrance is speaking to Jeaia. 

"I was thinking about that just now. There was a bee humming quite close 
to me over the violets, and it came to me that lore stutijj once then died its a 
bee does. No, I don t think people love twice not in the same way." 

"But all the ways of loving are sweet, dear." 

"I don t know. I haven t any way of knowing pi-fa. f ips I am all wrong." 

"Look, dear, suppose a man told you that he loved you, would you stop to 
question whether it was his first or his twenty-first love f 

"It would depend upon whether I loved him, * 

"And if you loved him :" 

"Then it would depend upon whether he loved me." 

"Jean," said Farrance suddenly, "I love you. Will you marry me ?" 

"Jean, look at uir : 1 want to see your eyes I" 

"[ will look at you as much as you wish," she saul caknly, though trembling a 
little ; "but it is not love you feel for me. No man can feel twice what you have 
felt and and " here the trembling became violent "If I married you, I should 
want to be loved s much as you loved her." 

"As much in a different way 1 can I will 1 ,, child. Look,:- 1 swear it to you ! 
You have roused something new in me during the last twenty minutes,, I ana 
not cold about it. as you think, I care desperately about your answer. I 
wouldn t have believed this morning that I could care so much for anything on 
earth. My child my little dear one. come close to me you can rest so forever 
if you wish to 


she drew back from him, turned away with an anguished gesture. 

**I can see ber I can see her now," she cried in a heart-broken voice ; "all 
white I can see you I can see your eyes ! Oh, bow you loved her ! How you 
loved bear J 1 thought that you would die too and now you want to marry me ! 
You say that you will love me as much ! It seems too terrible !" 

At this moment i happy child runs up to me, laughing, and I do not hear 
more f the story, It is Madeline, a pretty girl of nine summers, and she has 
foeguu a.kBRt thru ugh her pockets tor a lead pencil to sketch a distant sail on a 
leaf I have given her from my note book. It is always interesting to look over 
the con&mts of children s pockets. From one in her dark blue gown Madeline; 
has tiiken a. smcidl white china doll, four short slate pencils, several candies, a 
couple f colored glass buttons, a doll s bonnet, and three dry bits of bread. 

* l always otjrry bread with me for cats and birds," she says with a shy, sweet 
Miiih* jis she places these hard chips off the "staff of life," in my lap with the rest 
of the tbmgs, As she empties her other two pockets, finding at last a small, 
black fead pencil, a young lady comes out of the saloon carrying a picturesque 
but here Aunt NeJl who has been looking over my shoulder interrupts me , > 

**I declare ! I would not use that word again." 

Evidently slie does not know what it is to run short of adjectives. However, 
this time it i a "picturesque" pug see, over there a wee creature, 
op. close to its mistress white throat. 

By .UK! by, after a- swift, delightful sail we sight the American shore and 
aboit 4 0%:)ock p, m. arrive at 


This jHvrt }I*".s in a little way on the pretty Genesee Rivcv, and here we dis 
embark and t*i!c an electric car for 


nine lavlfis farilier up. Baing accustomed to old fashioned street cars, these fine 
electric ones give us an impression of having broken loose and run away from 
the horses. 

: Is harming one, rhe car moving swiftly on with a singing sound, 
; a.s it passes by, a great, stir in the leaves of trees growing close all along 
the t-ra.L-.Ji . Tie scenery is beautiful and some very handsome buildings are to be 
ftumtf a eitfeer side of tlie road . 

JkTtsr wta lermj bj;i!> the city for avli le A-mt Nell deserts UK and returns to 
Paar Auat Nell I Listen what befalls her. 


Arriving too Iftte for tea on board the North King, a special one is pvc] . < ! 
for her in the pantry" by the steward, of whom she will ever have graceful 

recollections, { or she has a passion for fresh strawberries, cream, and cake, ;n;d 
"thin, well-buttered, slices of bread and it is just such repast he happens to set 

before her. However, she has scarcely tasted it when dovn comes the New 

York Centra! from Rochester on its \\ ay to 


i. delightful summer resort on Lake Ontario near the month of the Genesee 
River, only several minutes ride from Charlotte. 

Now the track runs round this place something the of a bail. .::. . r.f! the 
-ride to and from Charlotte is//-". 

Aunt Nell, anxious to see the, fine buildings and beautiful grounds at the. 
Be.ach, hurries from the boat, boards the train and is whirled oif around a per ert 
fniryknd lighted by a hundred briih ant electric lights, and gay with c!( H.^ous 
strains of music and many merry voices. Presently, however, the light- jjvow 
less, soon there are none the train stops a moment then rushes on. And now 
comes the conductor with puncher in hand, and tickets are shown r.ow he.-t . K<I\V 
"there what does this mean ? until he reaches Aunt Nell who has neither ticket 
nor money she has left her purse on board the boat, In a moment, however* 
the mystery is solved, as she learns she has neglected to get, oft .".t < hr.rlotte, and 
is on her w;iy to Rochester again ! Theie is no help for it, to the city >he must 
go, and the conductor fully comprehending the sit.j;;t:on, good-naturedly passes 
on without a word, save that the train will return soon to Charlotte. And now 
j.,s they wait for a few minutes under the great dark roof at the station in 
Rochester \\herc tr;:in after train goes thundering by. who happens to emev the 
car but the gallant captain of the North King ? By the way there was a w i.f.v 
pin. graph about, him in the Picton Gii/etie ihe othei- day : - 

"Captain Nicholson, of the Steamer North Kiiuj, is a great t avoritc 

r.itii tlio Indies, and is the recipient of n:nny l,o;vniil ul anonymouh 

l;o(]iicls. On Saturday lie received three i r>m Cobourg alone, (Cobourg 

-hui !) Vnd they are sliowere 1 on him in like ,n,-hiiei- all along the 


I). ix ing been informed by the conducto: , ef Aunt Nell s ;:uvei:^;re, the 
e.,e.f.,iin iiiii-.b .e )uite to repress a broad smile, presents himself : 

(sood night, ."!rs. , and what are you doing here : " 

Whei-eupon Aunt Nell who has enjoyed the night s ride thcro-^Lly, v\LLiia 
ssiuile almost us extensive, replies : 


"That s just what I d like to know, captain, what in the world am I doing. 
here ?" 

In a little while, however, she is back again on board the steamer at Charlotte, 
happily conscious of having "beaten" the New York Central, which is. so the- 
captain tells her, something no one else has been able to do (?). And now she re 
turns to her strawberries, and cream, and cake, with due appreciation of their 
most excellent qualities, while we draw up a card to be posted up in the N. Y-. 
C. i-imnmg between Rochester and Ontario Beach : 



Watch out for Charlotte after running Ontario Beach "balloon." 
R),re to Rochester and return, 2cts. 

H. K. .:,: 


On a Jcine {slight 


amid the dusky pine-plumes, 
The golden moon shines bright ; 
And yonder, unseen mass of vine-blooms 
With perfume fills the night. 

The cricket s chorus shrill is ringing 

Amid the dewy blades, 
From far away the streamlet s singing 

Comes faintly through the glades. 

Though that ripe moon on loves and sorrows 

For centuries has shone ; 
.Poets who loved the light it borrows 

Are long forgot and gone. 

To me ii seems as if thro ages 

The earth had taken flight, 
Days of the Nile-land s mystic sages, 

Seem come again to-night. 

Days long no more ! but yet the perfumes 

Are sweet and fresh as then ; 
-And that rich gold amid the pine-plumes 

Still fades and comes again. 


amme.r in the: Soliiades. 

was in mid-winter "we dreamed a dream of the summer, cracking nuts and. , 
w itching the broker, shells burning red in little heaps on the bright hearth- 
coals, and when sunny June came over the uplands straying far with soft 
footfalls in the green long grasses, and the lark sang merry and wild of the- 
meadows and the morning, and blue-bells and buttercups and a thousand starry 
flowet-s blossomed bright in leafy wildernesses, right gladly we hurried out from 
the great city, beyond daisied fields and babbling, silver streams into the heart 
of a \7ondrously beautiful forest-solitude. And here had been builded a sun- 
palace over a mountain-stream, and in it we idled away many long, happy hours, 
of summer dreaming by night-time under the stars and the moon, or straying 
hither and thither in sunlight through innumerable soft ways of beauty fragrant 
and wild with flowers and the singing of birds. 

Some fifty or sixty rods away, and beyond us- up the mountain side the stream 
dropped more than forty feet in a cascade upon gray rocks and came foaming, 
and swirling down in under our crystal floor seeming ever about to leap in upon. 
us what time our palace was open to the rushing sound of wild waters, for it was 
fashioned all of glass and we often times opened out one or more of its thin walls.. 
Then passing on below us for several yards, the stream went brawling into the 
limpid blue of a beauliful lake, along whose peaceful shores sun-loving halcyon 
would sit hour after hour dreaming in the gold-light through many a balmy 
summer afternoon. I have a study of him sunning himself on a brown snag out 
a little \vay beyond a tangle of slender reeds and waxen water blossoms such a 
fine fellow ! only there is not enough gold on his feathers. 

Another study is a rather pretty one of the moon in the meadow grass. In. 
the foreground is the edge of a meadow fringed with a great tangle of long, thin 
grasses. The moon, rising ere yet the sun has gone down, shines faintly through 
them like jewels through fine laces a bitter-sweet vine thrusts a delicate stein 
ag-iinst the clouds almost over the silver disc, and a green moon-moth is afloat in 

On- starry night in mid-summer as the moon rose from out the black pines 
across the bxk--, laving with molten silver a broad pathway over the wind-rippled 

v/at;-; s we opened out- the upper and lower walls of our palace, and half-reclined 


on our rugs, watched in silence for some time,, tlie- cascade- afco sre tts flinging ot 
great handfuls of pale pearls into the leaf-shadows, on. either side, and, below us, 
the beautiful lake with its glimmering moon-path occasionally crossed by some 
silent wanderer, some lone wild fowl, restless- and roaming about fchrough all the 
warm night. 

After a while a taper was lighted to at-tim-t moths.f or we<3eligf ii^l in their soft 
wing-sounds and the fire in their round, little eyes, and one fey one they came 
circling about us from the shadows. Then a violin, was taken up. and the wo >d** 
thronged with echoes, delicate and wonderful as though Pan 1i*d wandered 
again into his hallowed haunts, touching as he passed along, a thousand golden 
pipes by stream and lone leaf-girdled lake. 

Thus were our night- given to all was- beautiful, through that long 
delightful season, and our days were joyou* wiih. pleasure such asrmay be found 
only in the quiet charm of forest solitudes-, 

L M. ML 



have 1 loitered listening, Couchiching, 
To tke soft lull of distant waving trees 
At evening, and the sweet murmuring 
Of waters wakeii d with the evening breeze, 
To one, whilst wandering thy shores along 
Unseen, sweet voices hymn their evening song. 

Long since the Red Man named thee, Cone-niching : 
Or built his wigwam rude upon thy shore ; 

But longer after shall the minstrel sing 

Of him that named thee but knows thee no more. 

Unlike with thee had I that minstrel power, 

I d sing thee long, I d sing thee every hour ! 

Hallowed that morn when first we learn to know 
How near to N iture are the hearts we prove ; 

More hallowed still in even s after-glow, 
How dear to Nature is the one we love. 

Thus thy bright waters, joyous Couchiching, 

O er one I love for ever seem to sing. 







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fTrom pieton to Brighton 

via the AAurray 

T seven o clock a. in. sharp, wo steam out of harbor under a blue sky a 
luxury, as the rain has been falling pretty steadily for three whole days, 
and three whole nights, so rare an occurrence in this part of the great 
globe that but yesterday we grumblers were prone to doubt if the sun would ever 
shine again. However it is fair weather at last, and now running close along the 

High Shore of Prince Edward County, down a short distance where the bay lies 
away to the east, looking sunward we have a fine view of the picturesque green 
hills at Glenora, and know that, just beyond the pretty church spire, lie the 
bright waters of our own blue Lake on the Mountain, while down below and half 
a mile off Shore is one of our most popular summer resorts beautiful Glen Island. 
It contains about thirteen well-wooded acres, the government having the right 
to use it for purposes of defence. 

In a short time we enter the Long Reach, where the low lovely shores of 
Lennox county lie close to our own higher and more rugged ones, and now indus 
trial Deseronto is in sight some distance up the bright vista. On the left the 
Prince Edward shores are decidedly beautiful with green Point on Point, one be 
yond another, reaching out into the sparkling wind-rippled waters of the narrow 
Reach. And here on either shore are groves black with pines, and spruces in 
clusters like green tents pitched for the shelter of dryads. Spread out about 
them are green mats of grass like soft green fur, and an occasional wild cherry- 
tree is all snow-white with a thousand tiny blossoms. 

Several miles of scenery like this and the Prince Edward shore turns off to 
wards Belleville. Here in the broad bay on the left are several islands, while on 
the right of Deseronto one has a glimpse up the reed-fringed waters of the wind 
ing Napanee River. 


is a thriving village situated on the Bay of Quinte at this point between the 
mouth of the Napanee Kiver and the Indian Reservation in Tyendinaga, its water 
frontage being occupied by the extensive mills and lumber-yards of the Rathbun 


And now wo steam on again, the shores teeming with beauty all the way to 
Belleville City. Here by us near a low i-tach of green land where cows are- 
satining themselves after an early breakfast, is a great flock of wild ducks. 
Slowly they are making their way up against the waves in a cool wind, and now 
presently they rise, form in a dark line and wheel off toward the east whence we- 
hiwe come, their light bodies, at every lifting of the wings, showing like flashes- 
of silver ag-ainst the cloudless sky. 

By and by a flight of plovers crosses our path, the birds at one moment 
appearing like big white butterflies in the sun. at another, as they dip toward the 
bay, like great grey moths. 

Dear, oh ! dear I have been sitting a little while by an open door of this 
comfortable saloon, gazing out over green fields and sparkling expanses of water, 
when just as we leave one of the small wharves up the bay, in comes a young 
man who, stepping up to a long mirror, not far from me, deliberately surveys- 
himself and his pink-flowered, cream silk cravat, arid great gold, stud with a 
marked degree of satisfaction. And now I have been debating whether to "give 
him away" or forget him, when in comes someone else who sits down in a cosy 
seat directly in front of this same looking-glass, his back to it yet all the same 

he very soon looks round and gazes at himself for one whole minute ! 

quite regardless of on-lookers. I say, if young men knew how nmch they amuse 
n.3 girls doing this in public, and especially once in a while when they try to 
subdue an unruly mustache with a nice little pocket comb, would they do it * 
Not that we wish a monoply of the mirrors by no means only, don t you know,. 
we w!io are so addicted to the intemperate use- of them, naturally expect some 
thing better of our sterner brothers. 

Steaming on we pass by 


a very popular summer-resort on the Prince Edward shore near Belleville, and 
touching at this city approach now the great Bay of Quinte bridge which 
connects Belleville with Ferry Point, county of Prince Edward. It is 1,808 feet. 
long, -us i:< spans, each OS feet in length, two of 148 feet each, one of 00 feet and 
a swing of 238 feet. The northern approach is 8*KI feet long, and a roadway of 
ii .uiy half a mile in length built through, a marsh, connects the approach to the 
main land, "The structure, which is of steel, is of a light and beautil vil design, 
and is a credit to the contractors, the Brown Manufacturing Company, of this 
city. It is built on stone piers, which are founded upon piles. This portion of 
the work was done by Messrs, Lee & Alforcl, of Belleville, and is a first class job." 

Slowly the great gate swings open, and five little children are swung out on it 
over the deep waters, two of them mere babies, clinging with tiny 


fingers to the steel bars, their pink aprons blown about by the breeze, the IT 
cheeks dimpling with smiles as the big steamer goes by. Then slowly the heavy 
gate swings; to behind us and after a pleasant sail on the upper bay. and oil by 
Trenton where the Gilmour Bros, have extensive lumber-mills, we soon enter 
the (.harming . 


Here the scenery is varied. In the distance on our right, rise the blue hills of 
Murray (visible from the Reservoir at Picton) running north-east and south-west, 
and everywhere between these and the shore of the canal are green groves and 
innumerable quiet grassy places, and meadows and fields, while here and there 
along the stone-edged shores are piles on piles of fawn-colored sand full now of 
tiny waves beaten in them by the recent rains. For some distance on one shore 
these have been levelled and made into a smooth, fine road-way, a delight I " i 
place for an evening or early morning canter, and in many places beyond 
embankments are marshy spots, and reed-fringed lagoons, with low meadows- 
where cows are grazing and an occasional little red or white calf dreams in the 
sun. Very beautiful are the low-lands with their grasses, and glimpses of water,. 
and their groves of dark evergreens brightened here and there with the fresh 
yellow-green of the maple and beach, elm, basswood and the white-stemmed, 
birches. A gentle May-wind is stirring the leaves, and the air is full of bird-song, 
and the fragrance of white, wild blossoms. 

After a delightful ride through this canal which is about five miles long, we. 
si earn out into Weller s Bay and soon arrive at a little wharf in the wilderness 
off there somewhere beyond the woods is the town of Brighton, while on the left 
Presqu Isle Point lies out in the water between the blue bay and Lake Ontario. 
The trip through the Murray Canal is a most enjoyable one by day or night, and 
during the season there are a number of excursions up here from Pictv>;;. 
Deseronto and Belleville. 

H. M. M. 


Before: the: iDar on 



LOVELY evening conies again 

On burning clay, 
As calm on sorrow, rest on pain, 
Will come for aye. 

And the far pine tops touching, 

AVith rose-tipped fingers, 
The sweet Canadian sunset 

A moment lingers. 

And as that mighty pine tree 

On yonder height, 
Stands like a shape of beauty robed 

In the last rays of joyous light, 

So youth on Life s dark portal, 
Stands with sun-gloried hair, 

The I adianee of a light from heaven 
An instant lingers there. 

Well, let him stand a moment 

In that bright ray, 
For mist and darkness, woe and pain, 

Will come eve day. 


Brain Vanqaished. 

[This is probably the only instance on record of a bear being literally pounded:. 
to death by a man using no other weapon than his fists.] 

k NCE upon a time when the wilds of Prince Edward County were but tninly 
populated there lived in the Township of North Marysburgh, a .Mr. Connor, 
the strongest man to be found at that time in this part of Canada, and 
brave without a thought of fear. 

Well, one night as he was on his way home from a friend s house, having 
appropriated during the evening a generous quantity of "something warm, " 
passing through a lonely piece of woods, presently he heard an ominous crackling 
of branches, and suddenly a good-sized black bear emerged from a thicket close- 
by, and. rising on his hind feet with his fore-paws ready for action approached 
the intruder. Connor thereupon dashed his cap to the ground, made a motion a,s 
though rolling his sleeves, and struck out for his opponent. 

"You want to fight, d you ? Well, come on then !" What else he said is not- 
recorded. Shorthand had not yet beew infctoducecHnto thi* county, and the then 
usual mode of reporting was too slow for the occasion. Meantime he got in the 
first blow, and one that told, for it sent Bruin rolling over on the damp sod : and. 
no sooner had the black fellow picked himself up and prepared for a second- 
attack, tkan back he was rolled again : and every time he tried to rise. Connor 
went for him. He dealt him a round blow between two ribs ; chucked him under 
the chin : thumped him in the heart with thumps that would kill men ; whacked 
him on the nose, and hurled his fists into his Tery eyes. Then he pounded hi^ 
ribs with awful pounds, thumped him again, and again, and, giving him a whack 
in the stomach, finally laid him. 

Hunting up his cap, he drew it on well orer his eyes, and shouldering the 
heavy black brute, continued his way home, whistling while he went as though 
this was not an uncommon occurrence. 

But. steady there ! Connor had not gone far when suddenly Bruin gave 
several spasmodic kicks, growled as only a bear with a sore head can growl, and- 
went down in grand style to the ground, whereupon another engagement ensued, 
ending of a certainty, as did the other. Then followed in due course of- time, 
-suveral more of the same character, and at last Connor was glad to lay down his 
burden ta a corner of his cabin. His wife was up yet, and had ready for hit i 


fine e^pper, after partaking of which ho drew out his pipe and indulged himself 

with a smoke. 

Puff puff puff ! and the great smoke-wreaths floated up and drifted about 
like white shadows till Connor fancied he could see Bruin s ghost prowling around 
among them. And only in fancy could this have been, unless a bear s ghost is 
privileged above other ghosts, to be, at one and the same time, in two different 
places, fo?:, ere long, an ominous sound proceeded from a shadowy corner Bruiu 
.was a-stir-agjiin ! 

.Aroused now beyond measure, Connor talked faster than ever, while at the 
doe of this last and brief engagement, Bruin had no more life in him than had 
the grey ashes scattered here and there from Connor s pipe. 

Then they proceeded to cut him up and salt him down after the fashion of 
pork, (bear-flesh being considered a delicacy) saving his magnificent skin for a 
bed-b ankct which did good service in that capacity through many subsequent 
winters ; and they refined his fat into hair-oil, an article very highly prized by the 
.yoking men and maidens of the country at that time. 

H. M, .M, 



3/Vo , I 

\r V An 


don t like being swindled, and dead-beats do abound ; 
And lots of la/y lubbers are always hangin round ; 
The stories they tell sound truthful, an their tears seem gcnnewme, 
But 1 know they re frauds an humbugs, bout seven times outo nine. 

Well ? What ll you do about it ? Give em a straight out No ! 
When day by day they come crawlin , telling their tale of woe- 
Ask in for food or money, or beggin a job of work ? 
Goin to ignore their eases cause some of em might shirk ? 

I can t do that no longer p raps I m not wise as you, 
JBut I ll never deny em a job, if I ve got any chores to do ; 
!1 keep a wood-pile a-purpose, an a bucksaw sharp and bright, 
An I ve always kept em handy since a certain winter night. 

Twas a cold an stormy evenin , when a chap came to my place 
A pitiful lookin creetur, with pale and hungry face ; 
An he asked for a job of some sort to earn u dime or two, 
An I thought for once I d test him, an s-ee what he would do. 

"Come round to-morrow," I says to him, "an saw a cord of wood" 
The fellow kind <> started ; says he, "Yon are verv good, 
But if you don t object, sir, I d like to start in now, 
Although it s kind of latish." I says to myself, "I swow !" 

"All right," says I, "go at it . " an I took him to the shed ; 
He tightened up his waist strap, an nothin more was said ; 
I went in to my supper, an while I sat an et, 
I heard the saw a-goiii in a way that made me sweat. 


"Poor cuss, he must be hungry, he needs some food an drink :" 
"Dear Samuel." says my bettor-half, "that s zactly what / think."" 
So she fixed up some good sandwiches, and a red hot cup of tea, 
An took it to the feller, an "Thank you, ma am." says he. 

"Would you believe it, Samuel," says she. when she returned, 

"He s half-way through that cord o" wood ; his money s nearly earned ; " 

An when a little later I took a saunter out, 

I m blowed if he wasn t through the job an putthf on his coat ! 

"But what s the matter with the lunch ?" says I, "for here it lays." 
"Well, sir. I nope it s no offence it s just like this." he says, 
"If you ain t no objection, I ll take it home," says he, 
"My missus an the young nns they needs it mm- n me." 

I could hardly speak at first, an then I says, "Come in !" 
An then made him sit right down an eat, an filled him to the chin. 
"An now," says I, "we ll settle up : just mention what s your charge. " 
Well, sir," says he, "would fifty cents er ? if that ain t too large." 

"Get out," says I. He trembled some. "Then say a quarter, sir." 
Get out Jtg in !" I fairly roared ; "what do \ou take me fur? 
I won t do such a measly thing ! See. here s a dollar bill, 
But don t you git so flustered ; go on an eat your fill !" 

An if you ever see a man that looked surprised an glad, 

You d seen one then as off he went aw spry ;>s any lad, 

Right through the black and stormy night, straight for his little home,. 

An maybe wife and babies wan t glad to see him come ! 

That s why I ve took the notion p raps I m not over wise : 

An maybe I ll be played on by frauds who tell me lies, 

But I m goin to trust em until I see the fraud. 

For there s here an there a hero uaongst p.>or ones of our God ! 


- A friend in ray. 

HE first of September, a cold, damp, dreary day, quite out of tijat* with tlsfe 
balmy, sunshiny ones of August, dragged itself wearily awar, said was 
followed by a damper, drearier night. 

Not a sunbeam had penetrated the dull grey clouds that hung all day like an 
unlovely shroud over the cheerless earth. 

A few stray rain-drops had fallen since mid-day, and as the ereu 
deepened in the west, the clouds drifted nearer, dark and threatening. 

The wind moaned among the tree-tops and over bleak stretches of ; 
land, dying away in the waste places of the neighboring hills on whrst 
summits the massy cloiids seemed to rest. 

At the columned entrance of a mansion situated in the sabuFfcs of one of 
Canada s fair cities, a maiden with auburn ringlets and eyes of hazel, that 
witching, indescribable hue so seldom met with, save in novels, was fu-gTiged m 
earnest conversation with a handsome youth, over whose naturally cheery 
countenance the surrounding gloom had cast a slight shadow. 

It was their bridal eve. The night was ominous. Soon the voice of distant 
thunder reached them and checked their speech. 

As they stood on the marble steps looking out into the darkness, a cool wind 
wafted the sweet odor of late blossoms toward them; a shower of crisp leaves 
from a rose vine that twined in great thorny coils around one of the hugh pillars, 
fluttered down at their feet with a soft rustle, and a night-bird wit li weird cry 
swept past them. 

They returned to the cheerful light of the drawing-room, and when the time 
of departure had arrived, lone accompanied her lover to the little garden gate. 
His path lay through the garden and on into the well -wooded park thatsejmrnted 
their homes. They lingered at the gate, a gentle light streaming from an open 
window out over the well-worn path that led to it. The night grew darker. 

They spoke of the morrow and wished for sunshine. A brilliant Mash of 
lightning pierced the southern sky, a few large drops plashed on the earth about, 
them, and Alphus having murmured a loving goodnight, proceeded homeward 
through the leafy woods, no thought of danger molesting him. He thought only 
of the dear one from whom he had just parted, and rejoiced to think that it was 


for Use last time to-morrow he would claim his beautiful bride. 

k Al-as ! little did they dream what the night had in store for them. 

Tfoey were happy very happy. No thought of harm occurred to them why 

fchere not some good spirit near to warn them of impending danger ? While 
lingering at the gate neither of them noticed the gray form that stole silently by 
them along the hedge. He had lurked all day in a grove on the river-bank, and 
as might set in he approached the house. 

Keeping well in the shadow of the shrubs he reached the western wing and 
stationed himself beneath lone s casement. Here he remained until the city 
hellai chimed the midnight hour. 

IVfeen lone parted from Alphus at the gate she walked thoughtfully back to 
t&e faouse. Hero, her great shaggy Newfoundland, was at her side, whining and 
springing up to lick her hand. 

"IJawn ! Hero, see, you would brush away his caresses. And she shielded 
her injured hand with her other one. 

Qg The. great cold rain-drops fell faster and faster, and the rude wind drove them 
mercilessly into her face. 

The darkness deepened. 

If, was a wild night a terrible night suggestive of blood-curdling deeds. 

loae repaired to her room and was soon at rest in dreamland s realm of flowers. 

When securing her windows for the night she had neglected one even a little 
spate of it was open, and as the last sweet chime was hushed by the voice of the 
siorm, the stranger entered with noiseless tread. 

Did he come in search of gold, or was he some jealous lover of lone that he 
might her life-blood ? 

The wind howled among the tall trees and a chilly gust entered and flickered 
txhfi dint light that burned in the chandelier. 

Keeping close to the wall he reached the bedside, and, after mumbling, 
UKMidibiy, some weird incantation, plunged his dagger into the bosom of the fair 

The murderous deed was done 1 

So suddenly was it performed that no piercing shriek, that traditional cry of 
the murdered, echoed on the chilly air. 

lone did not recover sufficient consciousness to utter a sound. 

The snowy eyelids trembled, opened half way and closed again. One dimpled, 
jewelled hand moved toward the wound, but the sweet, beautiful face still 


retained its peaceful aspect. 

His thirst for blood satisfied, his gory weapon withdrawn, the huge mosquito 
-spread his wings and flew up to the ceiling where he rested till sunrise. 

H. M. M. (In "Grip"). 


Shadows Sunshine:. 

BY I. M. P. (PICTON). 

t le "Sandbanks" shadows, 
Resting* by the way 
We talked, and walked, and flirted, 
My little coquette and I. 
"Why do I seem to you, sir," 
She said, "like the shifting sand 
That makes a constant wonder 
Of this inconstant land ?" 

"I ll tell you, gentle maiden, 
If you will agree 
There shall be no anger 
Between you and me ?" 
Then, she looked up smiling, 
A promise in her eyes 
That almost undid me 
With its sweet surprise. 

"Like the sand, you re yielding,. 
When I touch your hand. 
But, attempt to keep you, 
And, in all the land 
There s no other fellow 
Half so fooled, as I 
When you seem most gracious 
Then away you fly !" 













"Say you so," she murmured, 
"Well, its very strange ; 
Sometimes the prize is mastered 
That s furtherest out of range. 
In life s simple Primer 
Have you not been t,ught 
That the the joys most wished for 
Are hardest to be caught ?" 

Straightway mine eyes were opened, 

Unto my heart was told 

The dear delightful story, 
So new, and yet so old 

And I shall love the Sandbanks 
To the very end of life, 

For, beneath its restless shadows, 

! found my prize a wife ! ! 


ACK was a bold recruit in fact at times a little too bold. He had been at a- 
Military College for several short months and" hod; learned to go through, 
his facings like a veteran, especially the "about" movement, (this he had to 
perfection, having acquired it while under "Restriction of leave," turning grace 
fully round and round in the one direction, often getting kis chain and himself., 
though, in a grand tangle which sometimes almost strangled him) when, suddenly 
and without ceremony one day he was rusticated yes, literally rusticated. 

Poor Jack ! It was his first trip on a steamboat, and it didn t seem to agree* 
with him very well, making him rather nervons and cross. And no wonder ! 
When we went down to see him, there they were coaxing him to eat raw- 
potatoes. Ugh ! as if even a bear would ever take to such things. Jack, anyway 
was an exception, having been accustomed of late to well-cooked vegetables, fish, 
bacon, Rocky Mountain goat, strawberries and lilac blossoms. So he shoved the 
raw things away, the man remarking : "He hasn t any appetite. We ve fed 
him everything on the boat." 

"Up, Jack !" I said, snapping my fingers, and he immediately rose on 
his hind feet. "Right turn left turn." This done, he went down again and 
began his "about" movement over his chain, when presently, along came a young 
man with half a banana. Now ! where was Jack s appetite ? 

Dropping it on the floor (the banana, of course) the clever fellow opened oat, 
the yellow skin with his black paws, scraped out the mellow fruit and devoured 
it with a fine relish, then rising again he came close to us with a queer little^ 
sound in his throat his way of asking for more. 

Well, Major Jack, as we called him, though "Minor" would have been more 
appropriate in one sense, as he was not yet a year and a half old, did not remain 
long in the country. He was an ambitious fellow and preferred life at East Point,, 
and as several interested parties- on account of his cannibalistic inclinations, also 
preferred it for him, he took his departure for the city on the following morning: 
having remained awake all night; to be sure to catch the 6:30 boat. 

H. M. M, 

FR03I Xr 

: S. 

Black, River. 



Indian s Song. 


spi ead wings forever 

Time s eagle careers, 
His quarry old nations, 

His prey the young years ; 
Into monuments brazen 

He strikes his fierce claw, 
And races are only 

A sop for his maw. 

The red sun is rising 

Behind the dark pines, 
And the mountains are marked out 

In saffron lines ; 
The pale moon still lingers, 

But past is her hour 
Over mountain and river 

Her silver to shower. 

As yon moon disappeareth, 

We pass and are past ; 
The Pale Face o er all things 

Is potent at last. 
He bores thro the mountains,. 

He bridges the ford, 
He bridles steam horses 

Where Bruin was lord ; 
He summons the river, 

Her wealth to unfold ; 
From flint and from granite- 

He crushes the gold. 


Those valleys of silence 

Will soon be alive 
With hucksters who chaffer, 

Prospectors who strive ; 
And the house of the Pale Face 

Will peer from the crest 
Of the cliff, where the eagle 

To-day builds his nest. 

The Redskin he marred not 

White fall on wild rill, 
But to-morrow those waters 

Will turn a mill ; 
.And the streamlet which flashes 

Like a young squaw s dark eye, 
"Will be dark with foul refuse, 

Or may be run dry. 

.From the sea where the Father 

Of Waters is lost, 
\To the sea where all summer 

The iceberg is tost, 
JThe white hordes will swarm 

And the white man will sway, 
.And the smoke of his engine 

Make swarthy the day. 

iRjund the mound of a brother 

In sadness we pace- 
How much sadder to stand 

At the grave of a race I 
; But the good Spirit knows 

"What for man is the best, 
^And which should be chosen 
The strife or the rest. 


As for me, I m time-weary, 

I await my release ; 
Give to others the struggle, 

Grant me but the peace ; 
And what peace like the peace 

Which death oft ers the brave ? 
What rest like the rest 

Which we find in the grave ? 

For the doom of the hunter 

There is no reprieve ; 
And for me, mid strange customs, 

Tie bitter to live. 
Our part has been played, 

Let the white man play his ; 
Then he, too, disappears, 

And goes down the abyss. 
Yes ! Time s eagle will prey 

On the Pale Face at last, 
And his doom, like our own, 

Is to pass a-nd be past. 


on the ftalss. 

JOLLT had been staying at Glen Island, one of our delightful summer resorts-,. 
but two short weeks, and already half a dozen men were eagerly watching 
for some slight sign of encouragement to offer her their hearts and hands- 
for "better or worse." At the end of the third week, two of them having become- 
desperate rivals had spoken the one, an elderly wealthy New York gentleman,. 
to her uncle ; the other, a young Toronto barrister, to herself and both had. 
been accepted, thus making matters rather perplexing at the outset fco all parties 
interested. However, an interview that same night between Mr. Fitzgerald and. 
his charming niece, though not righting the matter as it should have done, set it,. 
at any rate, on a fair way in that direction. During the afternoon while Dolly s 
uncle had been trolling for maskinonge and listening to his friend s interesting 
discourse regarding his beautiful ward, she herself had been hearing a far sweeter 
story told her among green shadows on the shore at Glenora. She had gone out 
for a paddle with Jack Darrell, and while floating idly along under the hills they, 
had espied some pink sweet-brier blossoms back a little way by a fence along the^ 
country road and had drawn up their canoe, and, after cutting a huge bunch of 
the fragrant flowers, had tarried for a while under a great tree near the water s 
edge, and it was here the young barrister avowed his love, 

"Humph ! Darrell you marry Darrell ! and throw away a chance not one- 
girl in ten thousand ever gets. Do you know what you re doing, child ? Your 
mother had enough of poverty, and you remember her last words : If Dolly 
ever marries be sure it is some one who can take proper care of her. DarrelL 
never can he has squandered what money he did have, and yours would go like- 
it. No, you will never have my consent, and you know the consequences if ever 
you marry without it. Now here s Mr. Eastman ready to marry you to-morrow 
you can live like a princess " But here Mr. Fitzgerald was interrupted by 
Dolly who, blushing scarlet, her eyes flashing, declared positively : 

"Never ! uncle, I wouldn t marry him if he were the last man on earth and 
as for money, I wouldn t give one hair of Jack s head for all the gold Mr. 
Eastman ever dreamed of." 

That was conclusive. However, Mr. Fitzgerald continued the conversation 

and strange to say, at the end of ten minutes he had yielded so far as to promise- 

Dolly that if inside of a year and a half Mr. Darrell could show him a bank 

account to the amount of ten thousand dollars he would no longer oppose theou. 


This was indeed decidedly pleasant, so on the following evening, just as a radiant 
full moon poTired its molten silver out upon the silent expanses of the beautiful 
Bay of Quinte and its hundred lovely hills, we found Jack and Dolly standing at 
the water s edge, sometimes conversing in low tones, at others, dreaming. 

Jack had told her what he proposed doing. Possessing a literary talent of a 
high order of merit, he had decided, suddenly, to write a book. Why, there 
were M , and B , and L , and several other journalists, friends of his, who 
would be only too glad to assist him in the publication of it. And if he chose a 
popular style of story and had the book properly managed, there was no doubt 
of its bringing him at least the stipulated dollars. 

During one of his fishing excursions down the bay one morning not long after 
his arrival at Glen Island, he had overheard some yachtsmen down in Prinyer s 
Cove talking of some old fishermen at Smith s Bay, near a post office called 
Waupoos, who had told them a strange story of some queer islands oxit in the 
lake on which were sailors graves, each one having a rattlesnake in it. This 
interested him at the time, and he had even then wished to investigate the 
matter but could find no one who cared to venture ovit with him to these islands, 
the False Ducks, a dangerous mass of rocks and sand with a few trees, lying out 
in Lake Ontario off Timber Island. 

However, he had now decided to find his way out to this little post office at 
Smith s Bay, an inlet of Lake Ontario in the region of the islands, learn what he- 
could of the mysterious story and see if he could induce one or more of the hardy 
fishermen to run out with him to the Ducks. 

"Dolly," he* said at last, desperately, taking one of her warm, little white 
hands in both his strong sun-browned ones, now that the moment had ccine to 
say goodby, "Dolly, promise me you ll be true a year one yetir, and I ll return, 
with money enough to satisfy your uncle, and make you my wife. Dolly, I swear 
it ! Tell me, will you be true to me ?" 

"Yes always," was Dolly s reply, and thus they parted, he paddling off in 
the moonlight to Glenora, she watching him until lost in the shadows of the- 
opposite shore. 

Meanwhile Mr. Fitzgerald was patting himself on the shoulder, so to speak. 

"Didn t I work up a clever scheme ! As if gold is to be. picked up ten thousand 1 " 
at a time ! And anyway, who ever hears of lovers being true now-a-days for 
even six months, never seeing or hearing from each other. Ha, ha, ha ! And 1 
well leave this place immediately hate to, though, for I ve had the jolliest time 
here fishing and sailing I ve ever had in my life, except when I was a young 
"beggar" on the old mill-pond at home. But Dolly must go she would dream 
too much here about Dan-ell and that would never do ! We ll go south now, and 


and by when he doesn t return at the appointed time, and he is certain not to, 
if she begins to grow pale and lose her appetite I ll take her to Europe, an ocean 
voyage will cure her, sure." 

So, arrangements were made for their departure soxith on the morrow. And 
now let us follow Darrell. 


Staying over night at the hotel at Glenora, he was up before sunrise the next 
morning, and taking a last look perhaps forever from the brow of the great hill, 
at the beautiful island still wrapt in shadows, drove off through the quiet farm 
lands of the beautiful township of North Marysburgh. Not a sound was heard 
save an occasional bird singing, or the deep growl or barking of a farmer s dog as 
he passed quickly by, and not long after sunrise having had a very pleasant drive* 
this being about the finest road in the county, he arrived at the shore where he 
found the fishermen astir hauling in their heavy nets and disposing of the fish, of 
which they had caught a great number. 

He had come here ostensibly to fish and the man who had brought him out, 
introduced him to several of the better class of fishermen one of whom insisted 
on his making himself "to home" at his shanty, as there was no inn in the 
neighborhood. This suited Darrell exactly, so he had his traps stowed away in a 
snug corner and sent his man back to Glenora with orders to return for him at 
the end of a week. 

At the close of the day, after having fished along the shore in liiupid blue- 
green waters since morning, and strolled through sweet-scented fields and cool, 
wooded places, he joined the fishermen in their usual evening smoke, and telling 
of tales, while one after another they recited strange adventures and legends, 
each endeavoring to tell some story of more interest to Darrell than had been the 
preceding ones, 

They were sitting in a circle on big stones and a couple of rude wooden seats, 
and all this time there was one among them, a middle-aged man, who had not 
yet spoken a word. He sat on a low, flat stone, close to the shore, his hat was 
off showing a mass of black wavy hair, his coat also had been thrown aside ; 
there was a rent in his old coarse cotton shirt, on the shoulder, and one could see 
where tne sun had burned a deep red spot on his flesh which was almost snow- 
white. Occasionally he blew smoke-wreaths from between his red lips, and only 
at such times did he t^ke his eyes off the distant lake ; and by and by when the 
last story w;is nearly ended, he deliberately emptied the hot ashes out of his 
pipe, took from one of his pockets a black bit of cotton, wiped the inside of his 
pipe well with this, and then fitting the bowl of it onto the end of one of his 
fingers turned it slowly round and round by its stem. Presently a dead silence 
fell on the grotesque circle. They seemed to be waiting for some one to speak. 
Soon the man sitting near the shore shuffled around and 


took a position on the other side of the stone facing his companions, and began- 
speaking in a full, clear voice, his hands locked together about one knee : 

"Durin the war of 1812 at the time the English were blockadin Oswego, a 
corvette havin in charge a big sum of gold to pay their soldiers, was cut loose by 
the enemy one howlin night and bein driven out beyond all hope of shelter, met 
with one mishap after another. At length the crew mutinied, the spirit-room 
was broken into and at sunrise on the second day she was iiothin better than 
kindlin wood on the treacherous shore of the False Ducks, where more than one- 
poor, storm-driven "sinner" has siace that time been pounded into bits. Those of 
the crew yet livin buried the dead uns i sandy spots on the island where they 
had been wrecked, and then followed a miserable time ; there was nothin to eat 
and soon the rest of em died, the bones of the last un bein left above ground to 
bleach out in the sun. 

Several years later on, an English gentleman, a brother of one of the sailors on 
the smashed-iip corvette, havin learned the particulars of the disaster came out to- 
Canada and visited this island hopin to be able to find his brother s bones and take 
em home with him to England. But this was not to be, for on openin one of the 
graves, which were quite shallow, just close to the corpse they came upon an old 
rattle-snake, which, had it not been for a quick and well aimed blow from the- 
the sailor s spade, would have cost the Englishmen his life. They then hauled 
over the corpse, which had been, before being buried, wrapped up in tarpaulin, but 
there was no way of tellin who it was, even had it been the one they were lookki v 
for, so they gave up the search and quittt d the island that very same day. The 
graves, there are about seven of em, have since then never been opened, even 
Bailors and fishermen not venturin to touch em." Here he paused not a man 
among them spoke, so he continued : 

"It is a wild place out there and desolate enough on fair days. But just you 
wait till a tearin sou wester is aboard if you want to hear some tall howling 
The gulls come in a-screamin , the wind shrieks like as if it had a hunderd. 
murders in it, and the foam spurts up like young volcanoes. I tell you what, I 
was storm-stayed meself out there one whole day and night, and I know what 
it s like yes, sir-ee ! Good lor I wouldn t be out there again on them islands 
one minute in the dark for all the gold that English corvette ever had onto her. 
Why, I never slept one wink of real sleep, and was dead tired too, but everytime 
I closed me eyes, the lean ghosts of them dead men rattled their old dry bones in. 
me ears till I hopped up, and a big rattle-snake did his level best to strangle me. 
No, sir-ee 1 I ve had enough of them islands to last me, me life that I have. 

Having concluded now, he re-filled his pipe, lighted it and strolled leisurely up. 
and down the shore. Presently Darrell joined him, for a moment only, as he did 
not like to attract the attention of the others to the great interest he already felt 


in this strange man ; so he merely appointed a meeting some where along the shore on 
the following morning where they could talk unmolested, for this was the very 
story he had come out here to take notes on, and there were some important 
points on which he wished further information. 

In due course of time, the appointed hour arrived and while they talked" 
together in a secluded spot near where a little silver stream dropped dow r n over 
bright pebbles into the lake, it suddenly occurred to Darrell : Why not take a 
run out to the Dxicks some fine day, examine the graves, and get a correct idea of 
the place generally. So he proposed it to his companion, who was known to the 
people round where he lived, simply as, Old Michael, though why he was so 
designated Darrell wondered, for besides being not yet more than forty years of 
age, he was a remarkably well-preserve i and fresh-looking fellow. 

Darrell also suggested that he accompany him, expecting of course, an instant 
refusal. But, right gladly was he surprised Avhen Old Michael turning to him in 
his own peculiar way, his hands held, one in the other behind him, his head 
slightly inclined on one side, replied : 

"Yes, I will, Mr. Darrell. I kind o took a sort o fancy to you the minute I 
set my eyes onto your face, and I d go with you anywhere, even out to them 
Ducks, that I would providin we won t be there at night." 

So it was agreed that, as the weather promised fair tney woxild set ovit after 
noon the next day, spend the night at Timber Island and run out to the Ducks 
the following morning. 

Darrell impatient to be off, to know that every puff of wind wafted him so- 
much nearer that strange shore he was so eager to see, scarce knew how to 
employ the intervening time. 

After fishing awhile, he threw down his rod what was the good of spending 
his time this way ? He was absent-minded, jerking his line of tentimes before the 
fish had quite reached the bait. At one moment he was on the islands, and 
examining the graves, then his book was published, it was a success, and now he 
was on his way back to Dolly wondering how glad she would be to se him. So 
he left off fishing, and hunting up one of his note-books spent the remainder of 
the day making a rough sketch of his book. 

When next we see him he has set sail with Old Michael off the north shore of 
Smith s Bay, which by the vray is one of the most delightful, sheltered reaches 
of water about Prince Edward County. At its head, the bay runs round some 
what like a half-circle with pretty indentations along its flat, grassy, sand shore,, 
and looking down from the high land on the north one can see beneath its 
limpid waters many a clear space of bright sand almost white in a dark frame- 
ivjrk of grsen weeds. To-day thare was not mach wind on the bay and they 





crept along for a little time until emerging from the lee of Waupoos Island, 
they caught a fresh breeze blowing south-west, and took a straight tack heading 
for Timber Island some 10 miles from their starting point. The run out was a 
delightful one, and while sailing thus pleasantly onward, the wind singing about 
rohe sails, the waves breaking against the boat s prow with that ceaseless splash 
ing sound so full of music to a sailor s ears, and the sun shining bright for miles 
on miles about them, Darrell was contemplating another visit to Glen Island 
next summer and a sail round into Smith s Bay only Dolly would be with him 
"then, and instead of this common fishing-boat, they would have a fine yacht, with 
a cabin ; or, perhaps, a small steam-yacht. Thus did Darrell dream, like many 
-another so given to optimism. It is true there are those who find happiness 
mostly in dreams. 

The weather still continuing fair with no sign yet of a change, they sailed on 
out the next morning at sunrise to the False Ducks which lie about a mile and a 
half off Timber Island. The island itself at the Ducks is a small one with a few 
;trees growing on it, and rank, wild grasses. The shore is rocky in some places 
-and gravelly or drifted with sand in others, and near the island are various piles 
of great rocks and gravel and sand, some below or just reaching to the surface of 
the lake, others forming small rugged islands, making the spot an exceedingly 
dangerous one for vessels passing near in time of storms. 

Darrell was out of the boat the moment they touched the shore, Old Michael 
following close at his heels and drawing up the boat on a gravelly spot between two 
great stones. Dan-ell had brought with him a spade that he might examine one 
or more of the graves, also a chisel and a hammer, and these he took from the 
boat and placed for the time being, under the edge of a huge rock. Then looking 
again at the boat to make sure there was n danger of its getting away they 
began a careful search over the island for the graves, Old Michael never allowing 
the distance between hiia&elf and Darrll to become greater than thirty-six 
inches. The lighthouse keeper had started for Smith s Bay beforo daylight, and 
they were alone in this wild spot, miles away from any human being. 


Slowly following the shore all the way round to the southern portion of the 
island, a small rattle-snake having &rossed their path in one place and slipped away 
into a heap of steaes, (there are a number of these venomous reptiles about the 
place), watching closely here, afe last they came upon several slightly raised 
patches ef gravel ad sand, aad now Old Miehael kept very close to Darrell, who, 
marking the spot well, we-at round to the beat, got his spade and, leaving 
l>ehind him the fisherman whm nothing could induce to accompany him, re 
turned alone to the graves. Twe of them were side V>y side ; a solitary one lay 
off on the le-ft and the wthers were scattered on the right. Darrell, after a 
moment s contemplation, bagau digging into one of the latter, and after some 
hard work, for the sand and gravel had been well beaten down by the storms of 


more than half a century, he came upon some bones crumbling int dust. There; 
had been no coffin and the tarpaulin in which tke sailor had been buried, had 
long ago ceased to be any protection against the ravages of Time. 

Shovelling in the earth and packing it down as well as he could, he next went 
to the isolated one on the left, and, digging slowly now, for he was somewhat 
tired, he came eventually upon the remains of a rude wooden coffin, and present 
ly, in clearing away the decayed mass of wood from the bones which ir, covered,, 
his spade struck against some bit of metal. Picking it out quickly he found it to 
be a small steel case ; what it had been fashioned for originally it would be 
impossible to say. However Darrell opened it and to his astonishment found in 
it a bit of yellow paper folded in tin-foil, having writing on the inside of it which 
was still quite legible. He had dropped his spade and was sitting on the edge of 
the grave, fairly trembling now with excitement, his feet almost touching the 
crumbling bones beneath in each of the graves he had found the skeleton of a 
rattel-snake, the reptiles having long since ceased to keep watch over the 
mouldering dead within. 

And this is what had been written apparently with a charred point of wood, 
a few words only, telling how they had managed to save from the lake the chest 
containing the soldiers pay, and, following it, a description of the spot where- 
it had been concealed, with directions how to find it : 

"Starting out from two large stones of equal size lying side by side on the south 
shora go north to a stunted oa!^ tree now turn to tha left by a rocky ridge pass 
on the right of a gravelly hollow and go on to some big flat stones the c^est is 
under the middle one." 

Of course the markings were more or less altered, yet in the eourse of an hour 
he came upon a spot answering pretty accurately to the description of the place 
where the gold was buried, and turning aside several of the stones, began digging 
under tke centre one. 

Darrell was fascinated. He worked quickly now, excitement lending him 
strength. What he dug out consisted chiefly of gravel and sand with an 
occasional smooth stone, and he had reached a depth of about fifteen inches,. 
when presently his spade seemed to go in easily, touch against something which 
felt like metal and slide on ; and he lifted it carefully, the top gravel and sand 
falling aside and leaving on his spade a mixture of sand, fine gravel, and mouldy 
bits of wood. 

And was it na illusion ? What were these ? 

FBOM A NECAT. Vilir;e.UVe J-.CUgy HY \v. F. JOHNSON. 


Jilexandria in Pieton 


from (Jharlofk to AA.onireal 

on the Alexandria. 

the finest ti ip in the world is this across Lake Ontario, through the 
beautiful Murray Canal, and Bay of Quinte, Lake Ontario again, and down 
the grand St. Lawrence River. 

The Steamer Alexandria leaves Charlotte every Sunday evening at 7-30 p. m,, 
arrives at Picton, via Murray Canal, Monday at 11 a. m. and at 2 p. in. leaves for 
Montreal calling at Kingston, (taking a charming route throxigh the 1000 Islands) 
Brockville, Prescott and other intermediate ports, running all the rapids. The 

following is an excellent description in the New York Central Guide of a ride 

1 Jirough these delightful rapids : 


"About five miles below Prescott the head of the first of the famous rapids the 
Gallops is reached. It is not as violent as those which are encountered later, 
but it prepares the tourist to pass the next rapids, which are much more formid 
able, with more confidence. The next rapid is the 


nine miles long. The steamer, after fully entering this rapid, rushes along at the 
rate of twenty miles an hour, the steam is shut off, and she is carried down by 
the force of the current alone. The surging waters present all the appearance of 

the ocean in a storm, and the effect is not unlike the pitching and tossing at sea. 

This going down-hill by water produces a highly novel sensation. After passing 

-.jtiveivil towns we reach the 


A very fine rapid, two miles in length, and in some portions the current is very 
-swift. Seven miles lower down we enter the 

Once the steamer has entered this rapid the turbulent waters and pitching about 


render the passage very exciting. There is also a peculiar motion of the vessel 1 
which seems like settling down, as she glides from one ledge to another. Then 
comes the 


so called from its enormous boulders at the entrance. A person unacquainted 
with the navigation of these rapids will almost involuntarily hold his breath 
until this ledge, which is distinctly seen from the deck of the steamer, is passed. 
At one time the vessel seems to be running directly upon it ; but just when you 
might expect to feel the crash of rending timbers, the dividing current catches 
the vessel under her forefoot, a skillful hand at the helm watches, she keels down 
under the shock. In an instant her bow is swept in a new direction, and the 
rock is passed in safety. We now come to the last of this series of .rapids, called 


This is a. very fine rapid. It is the most remarkable on account of its numerous 
white crests, foaming on top of the darkish waters, through which the vessel 
passes. After passing the Cascades the river again widens into Lake St. Louis, 
where the dark waters of the Ottawa, by one of its branches, joins the St.. 
Lawrence. This series of four rapids are eleven miles in extent, and have a 
descent of eighty-two and one-half feet. On this lake the tourist from the deck 
of the the steamer has a magnificent view of the Montreal Mountain, about thirty 
miles distant. After passing through this lake Lachine is reached. It is nine 
miles from Montreal, with which it is connected by railroad. It derives its name 
from the first settlers, who, when they reached this point thought they had dis 
covered the passage which would lead them to China. The Lachine Rapid* 
t>egin just below the village. On the opposite side stands 


an Indian village, lying on the south bank of the river near the entrance of the 
Lachine Rapids, and derives its name from the converted Indians, who were 
called Caughnawaga, or praying Indians. Shortly after leaving this Indian 
village, the tourist can contemplate the new magnificent bridge recently con 
structed by the Canadian Pacific Railway, and spanning for the second time the 
mighty River St. Lawrence. It is built on the most recent scientific principles, 
and resembles the great International Railway Bridge at Niagara. The steamer 
now glides down the rapid stream with increasing swiftness, which clearly 
denotes that a formidable rapid is ahead. Stillness reigns on board. Away goes- 
the steamer, driven by an irresistible current, which soon carries her to the first 
pitch ef the 


the most formidable of them all, the most difficult of navigation, .and the last f 
the rapids. The steamer, after emerging from its fist pitch, arises upon tSte 
surging billows, flanked by rocks on each side, steers straight in the swift 
current. The grandeur and magnitude of the scenes around on all sides inspire 
silence. The steamer now comes in full view of one of the greatest wonders of 
the age the Victoria Bridge spanning the noble St. Lawrence, two miles Icatg* 
one of the longest, the largest and most costly bridges in the world. The scene 
while passing under, looking up from the deck of the- steamer,, is magnsfiffen l. 
After passing this beautiful work of engineering skill,, the tourist has the splendid 
panorama of the elegant city of Montreal right before him. 


is the most cosmopolitan city of Canada. A single day s stop at any of tfee 
hobels affords time to drive through the park upon Mount Royal, whk-h rises 
above the city ; to visit the splendid Cathedral, the Gray Nunnery, the Provincial! 
Churches, Bonsecours Market, and the bright stores along St. James street.. 

The distance to Quebec by rail is 173 miles, or six-and-a-half h<*urs ride,. 


is undoubtedly the most picturesque city, not only of Canada,, but anywhere 
north of Mexico. The lower town is ranged upon a narrow beach akng the 
shores of the broad St. Lawrence, and is largely made vip of shops and ware 
houses. The upper city is encircled by a heavy wall, pierced by picturesque-gate 
ways in feudal faskion. The hotels, fine residences, churches and whops vn? nil 
within the walls. Duft erin Terrace, the great promenade, commands a magnifi 
cent view of the scene below. Still higher is the great promontory, crowned t>y 
the citadel. A favorite drive is down the Beauport Road to the Fall* t*f 
Montmorenci, and another excursion is to the famous Plains of Abraham,. 


and /Aocmiaan 

|ICTON, in fact tlie whole of Prince Edward County, is one of the most favored 
spots on the globe. Its people are wealthy, cases of extreme poverty being 
rare ; anl, lying as it d oes off the main line of Railroad (yet so easy of ac 
tress to it) one very rarely, if ever, hears of a "tramp," while cases of serious 
^ occur only at long intervals. 

The Town is a progressive one. On the outskirts are two large Canning Fac 
tories for fruit an i vegetables produced in the County, having markets in all di 
rections abroad ; an extensive Wire Fencing Factory ; a Lumber Mill; Furni 
ture F*stories ; Carriage Establishments ; Soap Factory ; several large Seed. 
Houses ; a Foundry and a Barrel Factory. 

South of the Town is a magnificent hill, where is situated Mountain Park, and 
below this on. the right, a very beautiful and picturesque Cemetery Glenwood ; 
also, a Raman Citholic Cam. tery Olivet adjoining it ; while on the north is 
an Agricultural Park, a fine R.i ce-coiirse, and a Crystal Palace. 

On Main Street we have a br anch of the Bank of Montreal R. J. B. Crombie, 
Esq., Manager ; also, one of the Standard Bank W. T. Shannon, Esq., Manager. 
A.n 1 b asides thesa are several first-class Dry Goods shops and Drug Stores. 

Two first-class newspapers are circulated weekly at home and abroad The 
Pietoa Gazette, published by S. M. Conger & Bro., Esquires ; and the Picton 
Times, by J. W. McLean, Esq. 

A number of handsome residences and beautiful lawns are to be found in and 
arouai the towa and in other parts of the county, and far and near are magnifi 
cent drives, unexcelled, if equalled, anywhere outside of Prince Edward County. 

A Railroad will shortly be built from Picton direct to the Sand Banks. 

In Picton, at the Sand Banks, Glenora and Glen Island, Wellington, etc., are 
fine, comfortable Hotels and summer cottages ; and everywhere along the shores 
of the beautiful Bay of Quinte and the numerous other bays about Prince Ed 
ward County are delightful spots for camping, and at times many white tents are 
to be seen near the water s edge in various places. 

Pishing tackle of all varieties to be bad in town. See advertisement pages. 



Beginning well back on a high hill (commonly known as Macaulay s Hill,) our 
magnificent and extensive Mountain Park runs to the verge of the beautifully 
wooded descent, and thence down to the edge of the Town. 

All manner of trees and plants thrive here, Prince Edward County possessing, 
it is said, about three quarters of the varieties of flora found in the Dominion of 
Canada, The irare and beautiful Daphne grows in several localities, and of the 
innumerable flowers blooming in our woods and meadows, the following are a 
few of our mst common ones : Hepaticas : pink, blue, purple, red (rare) and 
white last spring I found a fine plant having twenty-six large, snow-white blos 
soms all in fresh, full bloom : white and red Trilliurns; yellow dog s-tooth Violets ; 
Phlox ; May-apples ; Daisies ; Red Columbine ; Wild Roses ; Anemone* ; Gen 
tians ; Sweet-brier Roses ; Blue-bells ; Butter-cups and Golden-rod. 

Ferns of several varieties, including the Maiden s Hair, are common one spe 
cies growing in luxuriant clusters to a height of about three feet. Juniper bushes 
are abundant ; and the principal trees are the Maple, Elm, Oak, Beech, Bass, 
wood, AVillow, Iron-wood, Poplar, Ash, Birch, Sumach ; Hickory-nut, Butter 
nut and Hazel ; Pine, Cedar, Hemlock, Spruce, and Tamarac, or American 


In and around the Town and throughout the county are to be found countless 
mumbers of insects of all varieties and sizes among the moths the four largest 
ones : the Cecropia, Polypheme, Luna and Promethea, each possessing rare beau 
ty. Also, the Hawk Moth, or five-spotted Sphinx, and Humming-bird Sphinx ; 
Virgin Tiger ; White Miller ; Rusty Vapor ; and a number of very handsome 
Catocalas ; among these, several with grey-mottled fore- wings, the underr wings 
banded with a brilliant red and black, or black and yellow. 

Among the butterflies the more common ones are the Philodice, Berenice, 
Thistle, and Admiral ; the Asterias and Tiger Swallow Tail, and the Mourning 
Cloak. I have also found the Golden C., and a beautiful species of the Argynnis 
or Mother-of-Pearl Butterflies ; also numerous Ph-beiar*. 

Besides these are a vast number of Beetles, Bugs, ner-winged and various 
-other insects, some handsome Capricorns, the red-spotted Caterpillar-hunter, and 
<the Leaf-Eaters, one of the most beautiful of these being the Gilded Dandy. 
_Also, the Walking Stick and the Lyreinan. 

H. M. M. 


(Jraise of the iDolphin. 

July, 1891, the writer had the pleasure of taking a cruise around Prince 
Edward County in the yacht Dolphin. The Dolphin is a well and strongly 


built sloop-rigged, centre-board yacht. She measures 33 feet overall, and 10 
feet beam ; carries main-sail, stay-sail, jib, and top-sail, and has a commodious and 
comfortable cabin with convenient cooking and sleeping arrangements. 

Ori the cruise referred to I had the honor of being captain, my crew consisting 
of the following young men who readily accepted my invitation to accompany 
me and who were duly assigned duties respectively as follows : A i 0.7 J 

Sailing Master and Artist in Water Colors E. B. M.I 
Mate and Director of Sports-M. C. QJ1 
Chaplain and Photographic Artist C. H. 
Physician and Maitre de Cuisine F. M. - 

The Cook who was much of the time regarded as the most important per3onage 
of all was composed of (1) the Maitre de Cuisine, (2) the Mate, (3) the Sailing 
Master, and (4) the Chaplain. This combination was soon found to be necessary, 
the cooking being done by sets of two at a time. The appetites of the crew under 
the stimulus of fresh air taken in daily and abundant doses, combined with much 
exercise of sufficiently varied character, quickly became matters cf such im 
portance as to demand an almost constant attention, so that if the duty of 
preparing the food for the stomachs of all had been allotted to one, the poor fellow 
would probably have deserted and swum ashore in sheer desperation. 

For the history of the voyage I find it convenient to supplement what I 
remember by resorting to the log of the Dolphin. This I fear was not kept in 
quite the orthodox fashion. It is true the writer, as Captain, made the ordinary 
entries daily as to weather, courses and distance covered, or points reached or 
passed, but the other officers at the Captain s request also made contributions of 
their independent opinions of matters and things, or comments on the events 
of the cruise. No attempt has been made to present any of the material supplied 
by the log in finished literary dress. The matter therein was generally written 
under such ciroumstanccs as to preclude any serious effort at literary adornment 
or propriety of style, and it has been thought best where quotations have been 
made therefrom, not to make any attempt at "improvement," the chief aim 
being to here present a truthful narrative, fully assured that nothing further will 


"be necessary to convince any of my readers not already familiar with the localities 
and scenery referred to, of the great treat in store for any who may be wise or 
fortunate enough to verify this history hy their own personal experience. 

On the 8th day of July, 1891, we "weighed anchor" by untying the rope that 
held our yacht to the buoy in Picton Harbor, and to be accurate, the Dolphin 
swung off to the wind at 11:30 a. in., and forthwith was commenced the process 
of beating out, the wind being northerly to north-westerly, and "light and 
baffling" according to the log. This process under such circumstances is some 
what tedious, the inner harbor being rather narrow, and the banks on the westerly 
side high and precipitous, causing at times varying currents of wind differing 
materially from the direction of the wind outside. 

At length we passed through the narrows at Chimney Point and soon were in 
the broad bay and on the "bounding billows." The breeze freshened up, the weather 
was fine and all hearts were light, our pulses bounding with the billows. This 
bay may be called the outer harbor ; it is much more capacious than the inner, 
and the water generally of good depth. Perhaps not the whole British Navy, 
but I think I would be safe in saying the whole American Navy could here with 
ease ride at anchor, and the smallest Lake Ontario vessels, at anchor here, 
would be quite safe in the worst storm that ever visits these waters. 

The scenery along this part of the Bay of Quinte is exceptionally beautiful. 
From beginning t to end this bay abounds in scenes of varied and picturesque 
loveliness and to anyone duly appreciative of such exquisite bits of fine scenery, 
where laud and water may be said to vie with each other in adding charms, and 
producing scenes outrivulling fabled fairyland, it is worth coming across the 
ocean, aye, from the ends of the earth to see and enjoy. I may here be thought 
A little too enthusiastic over this matter, but I really think it would be impossible 
for me by any picture I have the power to draw to do anything like complete 
justice to our beautiful and far-famed Bay of Quinte. It has to be seen to be 
appreciated, and after that 

"None know it but to love it, 
Nor name it but to praise." 

And now to return to our voyage. As out yacht sped along at the l>ehest of 
the favoring breeze our lady guests (I forgot before to mention that we were 
honored by the presence of several young ladies who were to accompany us ;t 
short distance intending to return home on one of the bay steamers) our l&dy 
guests seemed to feel the inspiration of the occasion and favored us with somo 
beautiful songs in which they wtre joined by some of the crew, the voices being; 
accompanied by violin and banjo. There is nothing like a sail over the sparkling: 
waters to cheer and enliven the spirits and enable one to throw dull care to the 



Yachting I would place at the very head and pinnacle of out-door amusements, 
indeed I thinkitsomethingmore than amusement. In Great Britain has it especially 
been found an important means of education in matters which may be said to be 
intimately connected with the very life of the nation. And one of ordinary 
observation can scarcely have failed to notice in our young Canadians that same 
love of adventure, that fearless encounter and keen enjoyment in the wild war 
fare with wind and wave that have for so many centuries characterized the 
denizens of the British Isles, and made them masters of the Ocean world. And 
therefore it seems to me that this amusement should be encouraged ..ind fostered 
In all reasonable ways by all AA ho hope for a future of vigor, strength and enduring 
greatness for the Canadian nation. 

I think I said we left our buoy in Picton Harbor at 11:30 a. m. At about 1:45 
p. m. we cast anchor in a very pretty cove in the High Shore nearly opposite 
Thompson s Point. Here we were completely sheltered from the wind and soo n 
were enjoying our first hmch on board. Thompson s Point is on the southerly 
side of the entrance from the Long Reach into Hay Bay. This bay in "old times" 
was a paradise for sportsmen, even now it is holding its own, well, as compared 
with other resorts for game and fish. It has been much frequented for several 
years past by some gentlemen from the IT. S., who have been fortunate enough 
to find it ut. Many maskinonge from 20 to 30 and even 40 Ibs. have been taken, 
and bass, pike, pickerel, and smaller fish in abundance. Also ducks of several 
yarieties, and woodcock and snipe frequent the bay, and the extensive marsh at 
the northerly end of it at the proper season. After lunch we all went on shore 
and enjoyed a pleasant ramble through the shady woods, and after resting awhile 
in a beautiful glade whence we could survey at our leisure the panoramic scene 
spread out before us, we returned to our yacht and again set sail, proceeding on 
our way up the Reach. The Long Reach is a strip of water varying in width 
from three or four hundred yards to half a mile, and connecting the bay at 
Deseronto, formerly called Mohawk Bay, with the broad bay between Glenora 
and Thompson s Point, formerly called Grand Bay. The banks bounding the 
Long Reach on either side are in many places high and precipitous. As the Long 
Reach is entered from the southerly, a magnificent vista opens up, the village of 
Deseronto being in fine weather visible in the distance. As you advance, a series 
of bluffs or headlands on the left comes gradually into view. The picture thus 
presented is rarely equalled. One who, from the deck of a steamer as she takes 
her steady way up through the centre of the Reach, observes bluff after bluff 
gradually emerge from obscurity and become an important part of the perspective 
is apt to think of the line : 

"Hills peep o er hills and Alps on Alps arise" 


It was our intention to meet the Armenia (one of our bay steamers) at Cole s 
wharf where the girls were to get on board of her to return to Picton that evening.. 
But the wind having again become light we did not make such progress as we 
anticipated. We watched the Armenia approaching on her way from Deseronto,, 
until it became evident that with such a breeze as we t.hen had we would not 
reach the wharf until long after she would have touched and gone. We therefore 
decided to put the girls in the dingy pitting oars and muscle against steam. 
Our dingy was in fact a neat and light running row boat with two pairs of oars :, 
the members" of the crew detailed for this emergency being M. and B. The oars- 
and muscles won. 

We who were left had the pleasure of observing from the- motionless deck of 
the Dolphin, the advent of the girls upon the wharf a full minute or more before- 
the Armenia threw out her ropes. I do not here make auy statement as to the 
exact distances traversed by the steamer and row boat respectively. It does not 
appear to be necessary to a proper understanding of the story. I have something 
more interesting to talk about just now. Some sentences back, I made use of 
the expression : "motionless deck of the Dolphin." I might, perhaps, more aptly 
have said : the deck of the motionless Dolphin. She was. at that time quite- 
stationary. Whether the kelmsmen, affected by the general excitement prevalent 
at the sudden departure of the girls for the steamer, neglected to notice the red 
buoy, or, noticing it thought he was giving it wide enough berth, ov sic fata ferebant,. 
as Virgil says, almost immediately after the disembarking of the girls, the- 
Dolphin ran on a shoal. The sails were at once lowered. The bow of the yacht. 
was found to be at least six inches above its normal position. I thought that 
unless we could get the Armenia to haul us off, we would be safely anchored for 
the night, as our yacht was (mite heavy, besides carrying, about three tons of 
iron ballast and considerable baggage and .i. 

As the Armenia came past us on her way up with the girls on board, we blew 
our horn frequently and loudly, lowered our fly to intimate that we were in 
distress and desired their assistance, and called to the captain with all the force 
of our lungs, in fact, asking for help in such stentorian tones as wo thought 
should have been heard clear across the Reach; but beyond a couple of "toot s" 
from the steam whistle and the waving* of handkerchiefs by the girls on board, 
we received no attention whatever. Wo w;>iv left to paddle our own canoe as it 
were; but it wasn t. It would hardly do either to say we were left to ho.- on i 
own row. That might be will enough for a row boat, but the Dolphin would not 
get along in that way. We were left to our own resources, our opinion of which 
just then did not seem to elate us. However it will perhaps be seen hereafter,, 
although I say it who &c., our crew were possessed of some qualities that no 
-sailor should be without. Pluck and powers of endurance and a reatliuess to- 
laeet and overcome difficulties, 


Upon the return of M. and B. with our dingy, we sent M. and F. ashore to 
hunt up help. In the meantime we had decided to examine our situation and 
see what should be done. We shipped the baggage aft, and C. being the tall 
man of the crew stepped over the side of the yacht into the water and com 
menced wading around, feeling about the bow of the vessel and examining her 
much the same as if she were on a dry dock. B., seeing this, was also tempted 
to leave the stationary deck and take to the water. I confess it somewhat sur 
prised me at first to see my men tread the briny deep" with such contempt as 
to go so carelessly wading around so far from shore. Presently we decided on 
trying an experiment. C. took the bow on his shoulder, stooping somewhat to 
do this. B. got his shoulder under one of the side-stays, and I got the pike-pole 
well planted among some small boulders. 

When the word "ready" was given, C. simply straightened up a little, B. 
surged out a littlo, and I gave what I thought quite a vigorous, lateral push with 
the pike-pol**, the result being that the stem swung around several feet, and at 
the same time the yacht slid back toward deep water a fcot or more. I then 
planted my pole upon the opposite side, and the boys braced themselves as be 
fore. This time the result following "ready" was very satisfactory. The Dol 
phin was beautifully launched into deep water, the boys crawling on boar-d by 
way of the horn just as we bid farewell to the shoal. We had run on a broad, 
smooth, sloping rock. It was covered with slime, and our vessel escaped without 
the slightest injury. The satisfaction we experienced at this happy turn of 
affairs will be readily understood by yachtsmen. We called to our boys on shore 
to return. They seeuied at first scarcely able to understand that we did not re 
quire assistance, but quickly were on their way to join us. We then crossed the 
Reach and were soon safely at anchor in a little cove on the northerly side, where 
we had supper about nine o clock. 

After that important and pleasing duty had been performed, we brought out 
some cushions and reclining at ease in various positions around the deck, enjoyed 
for an hour or more before "turning in," the delights of a balmy summer night. 

I am afraid that comparatively few of the human race know what pleasures: 
Naturehas in store for those who simply deign to receive them at her hands. The 
musical ripple of the waters as they break against the sides of the vessel ; the 
soft and dream-like sighing of the night-wind as it gently ruffles the leaves and 
croons a lullaby as if to soothe the denizens of the forest to sleep ; ever and anon 
the strange and weird cry of birds as they cross the sky far overhead in their 
nightly and mysterious migrations from clime to clime ; the occasional barking 
of a dog faintly heard in the distance; the lowing of a cow; the silver-toned 
trilling of a swamp-frog ; the frequent and sweetly melancholy songof the whip- 
poor-will ; and the countless other charms for the sense of hearing which nature 
here lavishes in her concerns of Summer nights, accompanied by a brilliant, starry 


;sky and the peculiar fascination of landscapes, and stretches of glassy wate-hei-e 
;here vaguely discernible beneath the mellow radiance of the moon, would 
almost justify one in imagining himself in some region of enchantment. 

I will here venture to quote some lines which seem to me fairly applicable to 
the matter in hand, and for which I have a fatherly feeling : 

"How calm ! how still ! The forest sleeps : 

The zephyrs breathe their softest sighs ; 

Enchantment o er the spirit creeps, 

And more than fairy scenes arise ; 

For untold glories Nature keeps 

To spread upon her midnight skies, 

And countless charms o er Earth she flings, 

And dreamy silence conquers all 

But rustling of the night birds wings, 

And hum of distant waterfall, 

And murmuring of the sleepless streams, 

Oh, what in Fancy s fondest dreams 

Can picture to the soul a bliss 

So calm, so pure, so deep as this ! 

This world were still an Eden fail- 

Did not vile man its glory mar ; 

But he the being who alone 

Of all can feel its beauties rare. 

Or tasle its joys, alas, too prone 

To spurn its blessings, drives afar 

The genial influence from his soul ; 

While not a star that bright doth smile, 

Or planet in its wondrous roll, 

Or springing flower, cr sparkling stream, 

Or warbling bird, or golden gleam 

Of sunlight on the wavelet s crest, 

Bat doth to glad his heart conspire, 

And light it with devotion s fire 

And tKcsseth him who will 1 e 1 Jessed." 

At about 9:3 J we left our anchor^, and in af.out an hour TV, - - ;g up the 


bay between Deseronto and Captain John s Island. The wind was northerly to- 
north-westerly, at times too fresh to carry a top-sail. Our course was about 
south-westerly, and thus we had fair sailing. Running close-hauled occasionally, 
and occasionally easing oft 1 , we made the upper end of Big Island in one stretth_ 
We ran in behind the island and cast anchor. Here there is a beautiful sheet of 
water almost wholly enclosed, making a fine harbor for light vessels, though it is- 
rather shallow for boats of large size. The beautiful scenery everywhere obser 
vable in this vicinity deserves lengthy description, and would now receive such 
were it not that I would have to repeat in substance what I have already said 
about other parts of the Bay of Quinte, and my readers might think it becoming 
monotonous. There is such a thing as a surfeit of sweets. But perhaps it is not 
a "bad fault," this superabundance of fine scenery which nature has so liberally- 
bestowed upon all these regions bordering and contiguous to the Bay of Quinte,. 
and which I freely acknowledge my inability to adequately describe. 

We remained in this lovely ratreat until next day about noon, our time when, 
we were not eating or sleeping being principally spent in rowing about the bay, 
fishing and bathing in its cool and refreshing waters. 

We passed through the Bay of Quinte Bridge (which connects Prince Edward 
and Hastings counties) about 2 o clock, afternoon of the 10th July, and cast an 
chor a short distance west of the bridge, near the Ameliasburgh shore. Some of 
the crew went over the bridge to Belleville to post some letters to the folks at- 
home, and to get some supplies for the yacht. We weighed anchor about 5 o 
clock, and made very fair progress up the Bay until towards 7 o clock, when, the 
wind almost dying away we came to anchor on the Hastings shore, off "The- 
Pines." I don t know that any one else calls this "The Pines," but seeing no other- 
grove of this kind of timber anywhere in the vicinity, and none of the natives- 
being at hand to interrogate as to the proper name, it there is any, we thought 
we could do no better than to bestow upon the place the name above given. 

This night, members of the crew began to assist the Captain in the keeping of 
the log, and here follow some of their entries : 

BY F. M. 

Friday Night. 

This has been a gloriously hot and. quiet clay. Tliis morning as I was idling 
along the shore, my fancy travelled back to the time when over this bay glided 
the canoes of those now long gone to rest, but I was aroused from my reverie by 
the melodious voice of C. B. crying out : "Say, boys, I ve spilled the porridge !" 

We are faring sumptuously, but would grow fat if we had the disLes cleaned 
soon enough to cook more. I also would make a more favorable impression oil 
the country maidens if I had more sleep. 



FR( M A M-(i. \TIYE. SMITH BAY. BY E. B. MERI.I .1. 


I am seriously afraid that C. B. and B. M. will have the gout, ami as physician 
to this crow I would advise them to take exorcise. 

BY M. C. 

My observations for the day have been confined to the culinary department In 
which there is great scope for mathematical research. The attractiveness of 
this department is in direct ratio with the length of time since the last meal, 
The admiration for the department is inversely proportioned to the fulness of the 
crew. Doc s capacity is infinity. B. says he has no desire for anything to eat, 
but this desire is an infinitesimal of the second order compared to the desire t& 
see nothing left. 

BY C. B. 

There certainly is science in all things. Although at present not so catalogued, 
dish-washing should be numbered among the sciences, if not its practice with the 
learned professions. The artist of the party is engaged on shields for two of tile- 
principal members of the crew. The approved design will probably be : silver 
dish-pans on a gold gravy field with dish-cloths and scrapers rampant. 

BY E. B. M. 

The contribution by the sailing master cannot conveniently be here reproduced,. 
consisting as it does of a fine pen and ink picture of our vessel lying at anchor at 
night with several of the crew on deck, one of whom seems to be intently 
engaged in lowering towards the bottom of the bay a suspicious looking object 
attached to a cord. This object is being inspected by various members of the 
finny tribe who appear to question the propriety of its invasion of their territory, 
and wonder whether the enclosed fluid has any affinity to that by which they 
are surrounded. 

Under the picture appears this inscription : 

"Wonder what ales the crew to-night?" 


Saturday, llth July. 

Had breakfast about 8:30. Put one reef in the main-sail. Wind fresh from 
the south-westerly. Weighed anchor shortly after 9. Had a fine run up. Got 
to Trenton Piers at noon. Ran in the harbor and cast anchor. Fine, clear, sunr.y 
day cocri and pleasant. The air delightfully bracing. Must be charged witb 

We left Trenton shortly after four, and laid our course for the Murray Canal 
which we reached about 5:35. After some discussion we decided to try a run 
through. Wind very light, about S. W. Soon it failed us altogether, and there 
being no tug at hand, our crew had to do their own towing through the caual 


occupied more than two hours, and was a very tedious task, After leaving 
we entered Presqu Isle Bay where we anchored for the night. 

Bv F. M. 

Saturday Night. 

TMsbasbeena pretty tough day. We had a long tramp along the canal. 
!>l. -CLAttd myself towed the yacht across Presqu Isle Bay. I am pretty tired, 
frat. snipper has made, me feel better. I note with great pleasure that B. has out- 
t^pttvs n his habit of climbing the mast to perform some tedious job just as the 
raeaJs are ready. I also suggest that we distribute some of C"s baggage among 
natives, and request that he bring no more sweet oil on board. (N. B. This 
il got- spilled on some valuable books.) 

Bv 1L C. 

TMs has been a delightful day. We walked the whole length of the canal. 1 
tlae rest of the crew through. They were not in the yacht, but they sat on 
fcowp-rope when I was pulling in front of them. I did not see them there 
fwreswase they always jumped off when I looked around ; but I have a "plumbago" 
ti ae whole length of my spine. I think C. dragged his feet. Thi* was not the 
vifliglitful part of the day. The delightful part came when C. and B. exchanged 
t fe jwjisjtioai of dishwasher for that of cook which was formerly held with great 
by Doc and myself. I don t expect to get any salt in the "grub" during 
ysfc.f the cruise. Won t the porridge be burned ? Doc and I expect to keep 
t wra starving by piecing. 

Bv a B. 

This kas been rather a wearying day. Of it all, the canal called for the most 
;:*; fcstio-u- / towed the yacht through the canal, and assisted M. and the Doctor 
<y alto-wing tkttn. to cling to the rope. I see that M. is slightly in error with 
. -igaril to this part of it, but he really is very tired to-night. We thoughtlessly 
.</ !*! wed him to blow some soap bubbles this morning, and it will, we suppose, Le 
&yv before he recovers from the extreme physical exhaustion so occasioned. 


Sunday, 12th July. 

was a delightful morning, calm and cool. A light breeze sprang up from 
" >: S. W. early in the forenoon. About 3 in the afternoon we weighed anchor 
..-, .j :\ sailed for Welle r s Biy. On approaching its extrance, the wind having 
t: .sa JsfcilieJ away to a c.ilm, the sandy bottom of the lake (Ontario) as we passed 
... fU g, WAS distinctly seau at a depth of from ten to twenty feet, or more, the 
^.v.rlic o^f the sand being m.-.rked with long parallel ridges of tiny waves, and for 
:.! Fiouror so we passed slowly along continually observing with delight, through 
fcaeefeprtal waters, the varying raid \. ,-iTitiful sand pictures presented to us from 
.,, iuw. 


When Hearing Bald Head Island we touched bottom several times and had to 
change our course to the northward, soon finding the proper channel leading into 
Weller s Bay. We came to anchor near Consecon (a village at the eastern end of 
Weller s Bay) shortly after o clock. B., M., and F. went ashore to attend church 
5n Ccnseoon. "VVe lay at anchor here all night. 

BY M. C, 

This has been a very quiet day. We spent the morning in meditation, fishing 
and dish-water principally fishing but Doc. and I in the dish-water. We ate 
some dinner. We had stewed onions and unstewed salt. That is, the salt forgot 
o get in the onions till we forcibly injected it after we had all tried a spoonful of 
the unflavored article at the table. Stewed onions without salt, and stewed salt 
without onions, all the same tiling both are uneatable, 

We had some burned rice-pudding for dessert, It wasn t sunburned either. 
"You don t notice the burnt taste if you put a small spoonful of it in a large bowl 
of sugar and milk, and flavor with chow-chow. 

W r e spent a pleasant time at Church in Consecon. The sermon was good and 
the prayer-meeting well attended so they say. The thermometer registered 
104 J in the church ; just 10 lower than the sermon. 

BY F. M. 

This has been a nice day, and I have enjoyed myself very much. I did not 
sleep very well last night, 1 went to bed at 11 o clock M., B., C. and myself, all 
flept under the sail every time we breathed I could feel the sail move. At 115 
o clock, under the sail, the thermometer was about 00 ; at 1 o clock about 80 J ; at 
3 o clock about 00 ; at 5 o clock 110, and steadily rising. I fell asleep about 6 
o clock, and at 7 we had breakfast. 

We fished this morning. At least they fished and I took the fish off the Judge s 
ihook and baited it. I enjoyed the fishing very much. 

After dinner we had a fine sail to Consecon. I couldn t get a good look at the 
preacher as the pulpit kept sliding all over the front of the. church. In fact the 
church was unsteady. As I had no sleep last night I meditated dm ing the 
, which was about dancing and fighting, I guess. After church C. got i s 
.up a fancy supper. At least, he cut the bread in eight pieces, and carved the 
cheese for us. 

BY TIIK CAPTAIN. Monday, ISth July. 

Fine, sunny morning. Light wind, westerly. Reached mouth of Welder s 
Bay at 9 o clock. Had to beat considerably to keep clear of the flats" <>ir Bald 
Head. Passed by this island at 0:15. 

At 12 o clock, noon, almost Calm. We are about, a mile anil a-:ia!! westerly 


from inner end of Nicholson Is- land, and a mile or mile and a quarter from shore-, 
All elf a f, except a few fleecy light clouds. Hazy around the horizon. At 12:30., 
dead calm, pitching and floating around, but not getting ahead much. Breeze a 
little better at 2:20. Ran down 4 or 5 miles, the wind getting so light we thong 1 -. 
it would be after midnight before we would reach Point Traverse, so we returned 
to Nicholson Island and anchored near the inner end of it about 5 o clock. 

Went ashore and got some pease, bread, eggs and milk. 

Lightning frequently, in the North Westerly, from about 10 to past midnight 
a few dark looking clouds there. 

BY F. M. 

Another fine day. We had a fine sail around Bald Head and down the lake. 
I washed my stockings this morning. One is now missing. I saw B. have it in 
the lake. C. has promised to take my picture and I don t know which foot, tc 
wear my sock on. I shall have to sit on the ground in a meditative position, with. 
my tapering white fingers locked around my fairy-like ankle. 

BY M. C. 

I am almost too weak to write. I woke up this morning greatly refreshed by 
the night air I had taken, but not getting anything with which to supplement it 
at breakfast time, it disagreed with me. Dinner and supper were made up of.; 
what wasn t left at breakfast. 


Tuesday, 14th July;. 

Hal some music : violin, banjo, and singing, last night very pleasant, The 
wind lulled considerably. We dropped down and in around the end of Nichol 
son Island, finding a much better place to rest. 7 ;. Got the dead swell ocoasionally 
even there. According to one of the inhabitants of this island, this is a rather 
will and shelterless^place in a heavy south-westerly gale. The billows roll down 
each side of the island, and curving inward meet on the bar with a clash, throw 
ing stones sometimes 50 feet high, and making a spray and mist through which, 
the mainland at times cannot be seen. 

Nothing came of the lightning last night. Some heavy clouds in the soiith 
easterly and southerly this morning at 5. At 5:30 they seem to be getting thin 
ner. Light wind about W. Went for a row a little before 6 a. m., up along the 
westerly coast of the island. Weighed anchor and swung off at 1:12. A little 
cloudy. Wind very light, southerly or a little west of south. 

Wind variable and light, westerly by south-westerly until we were about a 
mile and a half ^off W T est Point at 12 o clock. 

Shortly after this a heavy squall struck us, and the whole lake in a 


minutes was a eea of white-caps. 

We were carrying all sail, including top sail at the time. Not the slightest 
indication of an approaching squall had appeared. Orders : Take in top-sail. 
Down with jib. Leave stay-sail up. Lower the main-sail. My object in leaving 
up stay-sail was that we might eat out and avoid a shoal said to extend about 
two miles out from Point Peter. All orders were attended to promptly, and in less 
fehan two minutes we were running under stay-sail alone, and prorating to get. 
i,hree reefs in main-sail, getting off the land nicely. 

In a few minutes the billows were rolling high. The main-sail was soon 
reefed, and we were running down the lake keeping clear of Salmon Point and 
Point Peter. In about 30 minutes the gale began to abate. 

At 12:-15 we were opposite Salmon Point, and off Point Peter at 2:20. In the 
meantime the wind had become light and variable southerly and south-westerly ; 
"thunder and lightning in various quarters clouding up. Rain c">mmenc< d 
about 1:30. Heavy rain at 1:40. Now a long run with very light breezes, 
sometimes dead calm, and taking a tow with row boat. From Point Peter to Point 
Traverse thus seemed very long, Lots more rain, but very little wind. 

Here I must express my admiration of the crew for their prompt and efficient 
services, and coolness under somewhat novel and trying circumstances, this being 
the first extended cruise for most of them ; and their first experience with & 
quall of such duration and violence. Their behavior was worthy of old salts. 

We reached Point Travei-se light (red) at 8:15. Passed in between that point 
and Timber Island, saw the False Ducks. Ran up along the southerly shore of 
South Bay, big thunder storm coming on. 

BY F. M. i 


This has been an exciting day for me. I had a good night s sleep, probably 
owing to the light supper I ate. On account of the negligence of the waiter \\ e 
had no printed Bill of Fare, but I remember it very well, namely : bread, salt, a 

I was on watch last night from 2 till 3::}!). I thought it was going to be some 
thing poetical and romantic, all about the stars, dew, etc. But when one sits i n 
a wet oil-cloth in the dark and jerks every time a fish jumps, and thinks how he 
^wouldswell all up if he were drowned here, the thing loses all its romance. 

We had a light breakfast and started down the lake for South Bay. We were 
-.struck by a squall and I got sea-sick. I ate no dinner. We had sour milk for 

B. deserves great credit for the manner in which he worked the yacht during 
.be squall. Of course we had confidence in our Captain, and expected much from 


him, and our expectations were completely fulfilled. 

I think that B. is a good sailor but seems to me pretty adventurous. I wisfca 
he could cook as well as he can sail. 

C. is a good waiter but has to come on deck to count us before meals to see- 
how many plates he needs. He always forgets the number before he sets the- 

BY M. C. 

I feel much the same as last night. B. and C. are still surprising us with their 
cooking. Ij^or breakfast they gave us a nice, clean tablecloth flavored with four 
grease spots. We had it warmed up for dinner and supper. 

To appreciate the severity of the squall see Virgil s description of the destruc 
tion of the Trojan Fleet. I think the same squall mentioned by Virgil, struck us ;. 
but it seems to have gathered a good deal of force during the last few centuries. 
F. and I are having a good time nagging B. and C. about their cooking. It is- 
almost as good as bass fishing, 


Wednesday, 15th July. 

Getting up into the narrows of South Bay at about 1:20, this morning.. 
Thunder and lightning, <t<l libitum, and rain. Just trying to find anchorage in, 
what appears to be a cove. The ram_p^ujriiig_down in torrents, B. and M. for 
ward ; B. casting the lead, and M. ready to let go the anchor. F. sounding every 
minute or so with pike pole, at just before 2 o clock. The rain came down in, 
torrents, the lightning became very vivid and the thunder loud and continuous.. 
Suddenly a heavy squall, about S. W. by W., came down upon us. I was at the 
tiller ; rounded up just in time to prevent striking. Anchor let go, and jib and, 
main-sail lowered at once. In a few minutes we were safely anchored. Bottom :. 
rock covered with stones in places and some sand here and there. I think we have 
got very good holding. Dark as Erebus wind blowing "great guns." 

The rain continued to come down in "sheets" almost, for some minutes more 
till the clothes on most of us were soaked through. 

After a short time, having examined the shore as well as we could by the- 
flashes of lightning, and referring to our chart, we decided to drop down a little 
way into anchorage opposite a broad part of the cove. We had been at the 
westerly end of it. Put out another anchor, the claw with piece of railroad iron tied 
along it. We thought it better to have the two anchors as the gale coiitimied 
very high and we might drag off one into the lake, or, if the wind changed to the 
easterly or north-eastei-ly be driven on shore. 

Here again I must compliment and congratulate the crew upon their seamen- 
like conduct, and their successful exertions in getting the Dolphin safely moored 




West Fo;i\t aqd F.ocl^s, qear La^e SH t cre House, t % Sat^d 


in black darkness and while the thunder storm was at its height^ and the wind * 
succession of squalls. 

I must also say a word for the Dolphin. We have fowrad her to beliar* nsi. 
admirahly under all circumstances. Neither in the squall on the lake, nor run - 
ning before the wind, with immense billows rolling, did she ship a sea. Her<leck 
remained dry save for the rain, and except that, when the squall first struck her 
(with all sail set) she had her lee rail under for a few seconds. She righted 
beautifully, and weathered the gale most satisfactorily. 

This morning at 5:15 the gale is still blowing off the land a little 8. of TV. Very 
squally. The anchors held all right, and everything loolta- beautiful around the 
bay and lake. At 7 a. m. bright and sunny, sky mostly cleas. A\ schooner sigMetS 
going from beyond Waupoos Island, and soon after, two others comihg- dovna 

Hanging, spreading clothing, bedding, etc., around the dieek and in - 
to dry. Left anchorage in South Bay at 6 this evening. Run down past 
River and the Blutf and into Smith s Bay. Wind fresh from south-w* steEJy to 


When tacking up into into Smith s Bay the wind im-jreased to a heavy, ga Is*. 
Some clouds. Looks like an approaching storm of rain and* wind. Got to anrkr 
on westerly side of bay at 7:40 p. m. Almost calm. Had a very pleasant and 
and restful evening. At 10:45, wind appears to be freshening- up again, Hfejscry 
clouds in the south-westerly. Wind about that direction. Will probably bo -a, 
big storm to-night. 

BY F. M. 

We have been all night in Smith s Bay. We ran over- 50 miles yesterday ami 1 
had much trouble in finding safe anchorage. I remained oa-df ck till almost 
and as it began to rain and I was of no use on deck, I wc-nfc beloAV. Just then 
were struck by a squall, and it rained very hard ; plenty of thunder and lightning. 
M. and B. managed the yacht well according to the Captain s orders. The rain 
ran down the windows into the cabin and I placed pails and towls- beneath. As 
the boys were wet, I started a fire and made them some tea. It was a tera*h!t> 
storm. I did not think the Captain was so strong, but I guess he can stand as 
much as any of us. As we felt a little anxious a wat eh was kept. C. koptfiffsl 
first watch from 3 to 4. I then went on deck and pnt in two hours. At 6 o clock 
the Judge rose and I rowed him ashore. He went fov a stroll while I lay upon 
the beach and had a sleep. I had not an hour s sleep all night, I have had just 

10 hours sleep during I nights, an average of 2i hours per night. 

M. and I take charge of the cooking to-day while the boys do the washing-. I 

cannot say that I would be particularly anxious to cook were it not that f. am 
afraid of being starved. No danger of gout from their cooking... 


Cooking is no snap here. A short description would make it more vivid. 

First, there is no circulation of air about the stove. You are supposed to walk 
&jGi5g the cabin and steer clear of the table on one side, and the bunks on the 
ofcfeer. Then you have to bend for fear of thumping your head against the ceiling, 
and keep a continual watch below that you do not stumble over some of C. s 
baggage. You bend y our left side in to keep clear of the table, and your knees 
the other way so as not to run into the seats. This gives you a graceful motion. 
You very much resemble the figure 3 built on the bias two different ways. This 
only takes you as far as the stove. 

I defy any man to build a fire in this stove without getting at least five good 
long pot-black marks along his arms. We wipe these off on the dish towel. 
After starting the fire, you have to stir the porridge continually with one hand, 
and with the other set the table, salt the porridge, get the butter, dilute the milk 
so as to make it go farther, cut the bread, keep the fire going, open fruit, &c. 

You cannot possibly cook without a good nose. You have to smell the milk 
to make sure it is not sour, the butter to see it is not covered with coal oil, and 
the porridge to see it is not burned, but care must be taken not to blister your 
nose or it may lose its usefulness. Then there are many other little things to be 
done, but I think I had better quit now and leave some room for the others. 


Thursday, ICth July. 

A delightful morning. Wind moderate, S, W. by W., 8 a. in. Some light 
streaks of clouds in the easterly horizon. After breakfast M. and F. went up to 
the marsh and got some^fjcog saddles Avhich we had fordmner. 

We rest easily at anchor heie in Smith s Bay,a short distance, about a quarter 
of a. mile, from the marsh. Wind howling from the south-westerly. Some white 
clouds in the sky. 

Weighed anchor at 5 p, m. and ran down to a point near the entrance of the 
bay. Had up the jibalone, and that only part of the time. The wind very high 
from 8. W. Got some bread, butter, milk, pickles and cake. 

B.-ig -ii mionlighb nig .ii. Wind still pretty fresh from the south-westerly. 

Friday, 17th July. 

Weighed anchor about 10:15 a, m. Breeze light from southerly, across 
Waupoos Island. Passing northern end of the island about 10. Wind very 
light. Timber Island and Point Tr ai-erse in bight. 

Dead calm at noon. We are yet close off Waupoos Island. A little breeze 
frorn north-easterly at 12:25. Passing Green s Island at 1:15, a small heap of sand 
and boulders. Passed Cape Vesey about 2:39. Tied the tiller while eating 


-dinner and got along finely. Passing Point Pleasant (Indian) lighthouse at 4:20. 
Turned the point and began our run up the Bay of Quinte about 4:35 p. m. The 
Algerian passed up about 5. Passed Prinyer s Cove at 5. Breeze changed to 
isoutherly off the land. Came to anchor in a pretty cove near a height of land, 
where a creek enters the bay. We have had a delightful run from Indian Point. 
.Anchored about C. 

C. began taking photographs of the yacht, crew, &c. Had tea about 7:130. 
Calm and bright starlight and moonlight to-night. A yacht (sloop-rigged), the 
Lrfidy Agnes, passed down about 10 p. in. Had violin music on board. We struck 
up on our violin and banjo. 

BY F. M. 

This will probably be our last night out as we are only about 12 miles from 

We have just been having some music on deck. I favored the crew with a 
new song entitled "The lost sheep on the mountain-" I am very glad that C. 
i forough his banjo along with him for we have had some good singing from him. 

We have been out ten days and I have had a very pleasant time. Of course 
vfG have had a couple of days bad weather, but have; had a week s pleasant 
-sailing. I enjoyed most our stay at Big Island, Weller s Bay and Smith s Bay. 

I think the other boys have also enjoyed themselves. .1 h<me^fche_jQautain has ^ 
enjoyed himself for he has tried to make things pleasant for us, and has \ 

Now, it is possible, but hardly probable, that some other person may read this 
log. But remember, reader, if such there be, tne circumstances under which I 
have made these entries. The captain has given all the solid information con 
cerning the trip, and the only chance for us was to write little personals. These 
entries have been written hurriedly so excuse any weaknesses. 


Saturday, 18th July. 

Was awakened by B. a little before o clock. A storm coming. Very dark 
with heavy clouds in the southerly and south-westerly. Commenced to rain 
:about 0. Wind light, southerly. Had breakfast between 7 and 8, und weighed 
anchor for home at 8:11. Wind southerly. Looks like rain. Hud up full main- 
rsail and jib. Stay-sail down. Wind increased to a heavy gale at times. A heavy 
rain storm struck us before we reached Glenpra. Passed there about U. A little 
more rain just below Townsend Point. Put up our stay-sail. Some pretty 
fieavy squalls on our way up from the point. Wind still southerly. Reached 
our buoy just inside ofjBrick-kiln Point about 10 a. m., without having to come 
iin stays more than once. 



And now we bid farewell t o the Dolphin, this being our tenth day o\\t. 

Rain again between 11 and 12 o clock, and considerable of it during the- 
afternoon. It is just as well we came up this fcrenoon. 


^rifling Among the: housamd 



a ripple upon the river, 
As it lies like a mirror, beneath the moon 
Only the shadows tremble and quiver, 
Neath the balrny breath of a night in June. 

All dark and silent, each shadowy island 
Like a silhouette lies on the silver ground, 

While, just above us, a rocky highland 
Towers, grim and dusk, with its pine trees crowned. 

Never a sound but the waves soft plashing 

As the boat drifts Jdly the shore along 
And the darting fire-flies, silently flashing, 

Gleam, living diamonds the woods among. 

And the night-hawk flits o er the bay s deep bosom, 
And the loon s laugh breaks through the midnight calm, 

And the luscious breath of the wild vine s blossom 
Wafts from the rocks like a tide of balm. 




ALM and serene is her front, the city that guardeth the gateway ; 

She to whom storm is but laughter, who maketh the torrent her mock ; 
She who is fortress-crowned, who beareth a fleet in her bosom, 
Who is girdled with green, and clothed with a glory of leaf and of blossom- 
City enthroned on the rock ! 

Memory, tradition are hers, haunting her name like a perfume ; 

When smiling rivals were not she could murmur, "I live." 
Here for a hundred years she has set her face to the morning, 
Whisper of praise she heeds not, softly the answer returning : 

"Mine not to seek but to give !" 

Fair is she in the spring-time Avhen a bride- veil of mist wreaths her islands ; 

Fair when the flashing crystals gleam white in the frost king s breath ; 
Fair when her domes and her towers are in summer-tranced waters beholden ; 
But fairest of all when in splendors ruddy and golden 

Her maples go down to their death. 

More than beauty is hers great lives claim her as their cradle ; 

Names that shall never die are inscribed on the roll of her fame. 
When, in the time to come, are repeated in song and in story 
Deeds of the heroes of old, with a share in their glory 

Men shall utter her name. 
* Kingston. 




The popular side-wheel lake steamer 


Every Sunday at 7:30 p. m., arriving in Picton, Prince Edward County, 
12 o clock, noon, Monday, 

The New Palatial Steamer 

* * * 

Leaves Charlotte Saturdays at 4:25 p. 111., arriving at Picton 6 a. m., Sundays. 

The Grand Trunk aqd ,* 
Canada Pacific Railway trains 

Connect with the Central Ontario Railway through Prince Edward county 
to Picton ; also with Bay of Quinte steamers (all calling at Picton) at 
Kingston, Deseronto, Napanee, Belleville and Trenton. 

The steamers of the 


Make two trips daily, each way, between Kingston, Canada, and Cape Vincent- 
N. Y., connecting with all Rome, "\Vatertown and Ogdensburg R. R. trains, arriv 
ing at and departing from Cape Vincent. Passengers may leave New York at 
8:15 p. m. and arrive in Kingston at 12 noon the following day. Points in Prince 
Edward County may be reached via Steamer Hero same afternoon. 

Steamer Empress of India 

Leaves Gecldes Wharf, foot of Yonge street, Toronto, 
at 8 a. m. and 3.40 p. in. sharp, arriving at 

Port Dalhousie, 

at 10:25 a, in. and 6:10 p. in. RETURNING leaves 
Port Dalhousie 10:45 a. in. and 7:10 p. in., arriving at 
Toronto 1:15 p. m, and ttr35 p. in. 

Direct connection at Toronto with C. T. R., N. & N. W., R. & 0. Nav Co. steamers. 

: : At Suspension Bridge with. 

Ji. Y. C., West Shore, Erie, D. L & W., Lehigh Valley, and R. W. & 0. Railroads. 

Parties leaving Toronto have about 5 hours in Buffalo and 7 hours at Niagara Falls, 
returning same day. No other line con do this. Parties leaving Buffalo, Niagara 
Falls and intermediate points have { hours in Toronto, returning same day. 

For further particulars apply to Captain * it* UCDDIIDU DIPTftU flkfT 

on board aieainei -or A. W. HtPBUKN, Mb I UN, UNI. 

Steamer :. Alexandria 

For Kingston, Cananoque, 1000 Islands, Montreal and all Way Ports. 

iLeaves Picton every Monday at 2 p m. sharp for Montreal, running all rapids, 
iicluclin g Lachine. Leaves Montreal very Thursday at 10 a. m. for ail river 
.and bay ports. Magnificent accommodation for passengers trip. 

Lake Ontario, Murray Canal, Bay of Quinte, 1000 Islands, 
and all St. Lawrence Rapids* 

T) M/ 0( ITT7Q r rTrT5 Charlotte, New York, ar.d all way 
LvwwJt _jO j _j \ i ports Hst fc west, Satuaday 11 a.m. 

Sunday in Rochester, Garden City of America, reaching Charlotte, Cor.fy 

Inland of Lake Ontario, Saturday evening. 

Cabin accommodation ui surpassed ; low rate?. 

For r " ptlla PICTON, OUT. 


51 awrenee tfjver 

Leave foot of Brock street, Kingston, daily (Sundays excepted) at 5 a. in. and 2;4o 
p. m. (upon arrival Grand Trunk railroad train from the west), connecting at 
Cape Vincent, N. Y., with New York Central and Rome, Watertown and Og- 
tlensburg railroads. Through sleeping car from Cape Vincent to Albany, New 
York and intermediate points. Shortest and cheapest route between Ontario 
and points in New York state. 

Thousand Islands. 

Steamer Islander leaves Kingston daily at 4 p. in. for Clayton, Alexandria Bay 
jind Thousand Island points, arriving at Alexandria Bay at 7:25 p. M. Connec 
tion is made at Clayton with through sleeping car for all important point? in New 
York state. Returning, the steamer leaves Alexandria Bay at 8:3J a. m , arriving 
at Kingston at 11:30 a. m. 

B. W. FOLGER, JR., G, P. A. HENRY FOLGER, Gen. Man. 

8G Princess Street, 





TJaney Goods, 

Cporting Goods, 

AND usc. 

All ihe leading magj;::ir.fs. l.v.rsi, novels and newspapers. Views of Kingston 
books. Also mountrd a id i:n:j:i;,;i.tcd. 

Deseponto Navigation Co., 


Running in connection with the Grand Trunk and Bay of Quinte Railways- 
for Picton and all Bay of Quinte ports. 


CCPID 3D (~\C*^Z ff QC 1 (Sundays exempted) loaves Picton. a. m. ;. 
v_> JCt* JClV-7 VJ JUXJle X Deseronto. 7:3i) ; arrive Belleville, 9:30 ; leave 
Belleville, 10 ; arrive Trenton, 11:30 ; leave Trenton, 1 p. in. ; arrive Belleville.. 
2:13 ; leave Belleville, 3 ; arrive Deseroiito, 5 ; leave Deseronto, 5:25 ; arrive 
Picton, 7. 

IP? T T A ^R^^^v (S u nday8eKdepted) feav*8.NApanffy4kk: 
** Jli JLlJ^t-cX, X\,V-?OO in. ; leaves Desuronto, 7; arrive Picton, . 
8:30 : leaves Picton, 3 p. m. ; leave Deseronto, 5 ; arrive Napanee, (i. 

This Steamer makes one extra trip between Picton and Deseronto with mails^ 
and passengers for G. T. R. going east as follows : 

Leave Picton. 9:30 a. m. ; arrive Deseronto, 11 ; leave Deseronto, 1 p. m. ;, 
arrive Picton, 2:3 : ). 

Best and Quickest Route Between Kingston. 

Express through. Purchase your Tickets via Deseronto Junction. %* 

* * 

AND all U. S. points. The comfortable and fast sailing Steamers, RESOLUTE 
and RELIANCE, fail regularly (weather permitting) for Oswego. Parties for 
New York and other U. S. points will find it to their advantage to travel by thi.f- 
line. Cheap rates for freight. Fares moderate. The Steamers are open for 
engagements for excursionists at all times. For particulars apply to 

The Rathbun Co., Deseronto. 




LEAVES Brighton every morning, (Sundays Excepted)at 5:30 o clock, (via. 
the beautiful Murray Canal), Trenton 7 o clock, calling at all points be 
tween the head of the bay and Picton, leaving Bellrville 8:30 a. in., and 
Deseronto 10:20 a. in. Leaves Picton at 1 p. in., on retum for the head 
of the bay, Deseronto 2:30 p. in., Belleville 4:30 p. in., Trenton 6:25 p. m. 

1000 ISLANDS. Leaves Picton Saturdays in July and August at noon 
for 1000 Island Park, returning Monday morning". 

A, \V. HKrBURN, Aar?n*, Picton. 


ow To eae len sknd 

BEING in the direct line of through travel east and west, Glen Island is very- 
accessible. The Grand Trunk Railway mail line from Toronto to Montreal 
makes direct connections with the bay ports, Trenton, Belleville, Deseronto, 
Picton, Napanee and Kingston, from which elegant steamers daily, some hourlyv 
call at Glen Island or Glenora, the latter place being but one mile from Glen. 
Island, with ferry connection between. 

The morning express from Toronto connects daily with the steamers at 
Deseronto, Napanee and Picton, which land passengers at the Island the same 
afternoon ; and with the steamer at Kingston, which stops at Glenora opposite. 

The Royal Mail line steamers from Toronto going east land passengers afc 
Kingston, where the Hero can b taken to Glenora daily. This is a delightful 
trip. On returning they connect at Deseronto with the Rathbun steamer, mak 
ing direct connection froru the Island. 

The route from the east is quite as convenient. 

Although so easily reached, Glen Island affords all the isolation and retire 
ment found in the backwoods, a great charm to the lover of nature in her pristine 

The scenery around the Island is unsurpassed on the Continent. The bath 
ing is excellent, and the shores slope so gradually that there is absolutely no- 
danger to children and those who cannot swim. The boating is all that could be? 
desired. No tides or currents or treacherous squalls. A canoe can traverse the^ 
bay with perfect safety. The fishing has been recommended enthusiastically by 
international anglers for years. Lawn tennis and croquet grounds, &c., &c. 

Daily mail and papers. 

But a stone s throw away is the far-famed Lake on the Mountain. A de 
lightful half -hour s ride on the steamer takes you to Picton, a beautiful little town 
of some 3,000 inhabitants. From there an hour and a quarter s drive through a 
lovely country brings one to the Sand Banks, an interesting sight, and you are 
back to the Island the same evening. The Thousand Islands are but a few hours* 
ride by steamer from the Island. 

Spring- well water, cold and pure, an old fashioned country well on the- 
Island. This will be appreciated by parents who dread the deadly ice water in. 
the hot weather. 

Board, per week $6 00 

Board and lodging, per week 7 00 

per day 1 50 

Children under 10 - Half rate 

Furnished cottages from $3 to $5 per week, as per size and accommodation 

Furnished and unfurnished cottages can be had by the week or season by 
those who wish to board themselves at nominal rates. 

Boats, bait and fishing lackle supplied. 

N. B. As the number of cottages is limited, it is desirable that those who 
contemplate visiting the Island during the season should make application for 
accommodation required as early as possible. Address 

DlfiCNIAN BROS., - - - GLEN ISLAND, via Picton,, Ontario. 

The fist and pop ular side-wheel, steel plate "Greyhound of the River," the 
earner St. Lawrence, makes a daily fifty-mile ramble among the thickest and 
most picturesque of the Islands, threading the narrowest channels, and passing 
fche famous "Fiddler s Elbow," "Lost Channel," "Devil s Oven," "Echo Point," 
- Fairy Land," and the renouned labyrinth of wild Canadian Isles, whose charms 
surpass all others. 

Leaving Alexandria Bay tho course of the excursion boat is up the American 
channel, touching at each important point. After leaving Clayton she proceeds 
around the head oc Grindstone Island, a large domain containing many farms 
and distinguished by bold headlands. 

As the sbsaimr passes the head of Grindstone Island, she crosses the inter 
national boundary line, traverses the broad open reach toward Howe Island, 
which appears at glance to be a part of the mainland, and presently threads 
among a maze of precipitous islets, a number of which are crowned by brightly 
pa-intel cottage? occupied by professors of both Canadian and American colleges, 
iUicT of prominent families of the Dominion. It is a jolly sort of a literary Venice. 

Below this, the steamer enters that wild and lovely region of the Island group 
which may be aptly called the "wilderness." Here nature rests unsullied by the 
hand of human invaders. Save for an occasional farm house, the frequent light 
houses and a few dog-day camps, the scores of forest-clad gems in this pellucid 
channel are as they were when the Iroquois war-canoes swept silently past them 
to carry death among the hapless Hurons far down the river. Contracted chan 
nels, sharp turns, and resonant echoes are features of this panorama of solitude. 
Once more in American waters, the river s gay summer life is manifest on 
every hand. It is a tour to be made again and again, for it never becomes com 
monplace- There is another phase of this voyage which has been introduced 
within recent years. 

Electric Search Light Excursion from Kingston to Alexandria Bay. 

The mut poetic exnjrience possible in a summer s outing is the Electric Sewn Light Excursion 
passing through tha 1000 Islands. The steamer St. Lawrence ;it eight o clock in the evening is aglow 
with electric points of light. A great shifting eye of flame abore her pilot-house searches out the 
dark water.? and through the sinuous channels. Isles of silver flash into being, then vanish : drifts 
ting sail craft a:ii spae.ling steam-yachts gleam in sharp silhouette upon the pail of night. Thousands 
of irridessent lights Huh and twinkle where the happy Islanders burn their merry greetings in clouds 
of crimson fir j. Swift rockets pierce the starry skies, and the mu^ic of ilojiting ur^-osies of pleasure 
conies sweetly over tha sleeping tide. From time to time the profound and awe-inspiring solitude is 
e<i by rounds of applause from the delighted pa^eiiger.-) a< s^cn? nfter STUP oTWirj_Vassing 
is snatched t r.ini the d trkness by the lightning yntsp of this ill iminntiii.: The magnifi- 
of the illitminitioas of the hotels Mid private islands, as the steamer apprn<-he-- Aiextmdria Biy 
* pon her return, l%te upon a still summer evening, ni\K stir to eutinisi-uiu i.l_, most phlegmatic 
traveler. New York Cksntral Guide. 

This commodious hotel now in course of erection will be opened to 
the public on 

Bay of Quinte (V<) 

Broad Southern Piazzas 
Overlooking the Pictures! juc 

to the north, while to the south lies the far-famed and mysterious 


which affords the best of fishing. 

lighted by Electricity throughout. 

Waterworks and ail other Modern, Conveniences. 

Hotel Circular and Terms mailed on application 

Address "Tfye Columbian," Box 282, Picton, Ontario. 




This well known and popular summer resort is situated on n point of land 
::;iim- out into Lake Ontario. It,s natural advantages as a summer resort are 

Tae Sand Banks are a great natural curiosity that mus! he seen to >> appr: 1 - 
<-5<ited. Boating and fishing unsurpassed. 

Adults per week i or two or more weeks in cottage 

Adults per week for two or more weeks in hotel 

Adull s |>er week for single week in hotel 

Adults per day 

Children under five years of age per week 

Children over five and under ten 

Children over ten and r.nder fourteen 

Children over fourteen 

Maids per Week 

Rooms in bathing house per week 

Horses kept .per week 

7 CO 

i -j:> 

2 .7) 

:< oft 

1 (X) 

:> <N) 

1 00 

2:, and Tele[ hone in Connection with Hotel. 

Guests will be met at Picton or Wellington. 

TT. Proprlebors, 

Sand Banks P. O., 

:- Ivhvard 




Woodeq Building l^ateria!, Coal, Salt, Lime, 

Laqd Plaster, Portland Cemeqt, flative Cement. 

Is a branch of the Rathbuii Company s works at Deseronto, where very exten 
sive factories exist for the manufacture of 

Lumber, Lath, Shingles, Pickets, Heading, Posts, Railway Ties, Telegraph 

Poles, Doors, Sash, Blinds, Boxes, arjd all descriptions of 

Finished Wooden Building Materials. 



-IJ r\1 ->) I WIITE L] 
H -< < COTTAGE, 



a FOPUS Terra Gotta Building Material. * 

This is a product resulting from intermixing clay and saw-dust and burning 
same. The result is a porus or spongy product, about one-half the weight of 
brick, having great strength, and being impervious to heat or cold. It is rapidly 
becoming known as the most desirable building material, and is manufactured 
in any shape required. 

At Napanee Mills this Company have established large works for the manu 
facture of 

The "STAR" brand of Portland Cement is rapidly becoming known in Canada, 
as unexcelled by any foreign brand. The Native Cement, known as "NAPANEE 
CEMENT," has been in the market for years past, and has an excellent reputa 

The Local Agent at Picton, or the Company at Deseronto, are at all times 
glad to answer correspondents or personal visits. 


Daily Morning Edition $6 
Daily Second Edition $4 
Saturday Illustrated, 20p., $2 
Weekly, 16p., $1 


great Saturday edition of the lobe is unap- 
prcaehed by any other newspaper in Canada. 

Send for Sample Copies. :: 






Toronto Saturday Night contains twelve large and finely illustrated! 
pages devoted to society, current events, art, fashions, music, the drama, 
literature, high-class fiction and attractive advertisement*. 

It is always entertaining. 
It is beautifully illustrated. 

It is read by the best people. 

It is published weekly at 2 per year. 




DAILY, 2,000. WEEKLY, 6,700. 

Kingston had 19,264 people by the government census of 18 91 
With its village suburbs it can claim 22,143. 

The city is the Educational, Business and Distributing Centre of 
Eastern Ontario. 

Has double as many Conservative subscribers as any Conservative 
paper in the Central District. 

And double as many Liberal subscribers as any Liberal paper in 
the district. 

Over four times the issue of any other Kingston weekly ; over three 
times the issue of any paper published in the ten surrounding counties. 

No other circulation in Ontario, east of Toronto, exceeds 4,500 ; no 
Ontario paper, except those issued in Toronto and London , has so large 
an issue. More WHIGS circulate in the district than other papers of all 
sorts combined. 

Canada sustains 872 Papers. THE WEEKLY WHIG challenges each 
one to show so preponderating a circulation in its own section. 





d. W. .McLean, /. Publisher, 




anc f Upward. 


Twisted Wire RooeSelvaee. 

All widths and sizes. Sold Viy all dealers In this lice. 
Freight prepaid. Information free. Write 


Picton, Ontario, or to our Wholesale Agents 

Tlie B. Greening Wire Co., Jas. Cooper, 

Hamilton. Montreal. 

No rigid twists. Wire galvanised before wearing. 
1 erfectly adjusted for extremes of cold and heat A 
complete barrier against all animals. No trouble to erect. 



Nothing but first-class rigs kept. 
Single and double rigs always ready. 

The patronage of both old and new 
customers respectfully solicited. 


407 Young St. Toronto, nL, 

Shade Trees, extra Iju-gp and he iltby, the very best stock in Canada, 

hieS SmaU Fruits X()l-w y l>i-uce, Flowering Shrubs, Fina- 

Choice Roses, Fashionable Wedding Flowers, Lovely floral Offerings. 
9, Delivered to all parts safely. 

All Stock First-Class. Prices Reasonable. Call and See Us. 

Roses and Palms a Specialty. 


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Stoves, Ranges, Furnaces, Lead & Iron Pipe and Fittings. 

Baths, Pumps, Bird Cages, Fishing Tackle, 

and General House Furnishings. 

Fishing Tackle of a!! Varieties a Specialty. P1CTON, ONTARIO 

@o to @. M. fTarringlon, 

Tlie Leading Merchant Tailor. Jiatter, Men s Furni 
Boys and Youth s Clothing, Furs. 

A complete stock at all seasons of the Litest style s in all departments 
Special attention is oiven to our ordered work, suits, overcoats, etc. 
Our Shirts, Ties, Collars and Cuffs are the latest ah.rays. 

iqo G r oods. ^ latest Styles. 

Main St., oppo,ite Royal Hotel. Q f> ff( t [7 -R R R< JSJ QJO jN , 


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All Kinds of Furniture. 

EMBALMING. We desire to call the attention of the public to a promin 
ent feature in connection with our business. For several years we have practiced 
the embalming of the dead and our Mr. Lighthall has recently completed a cour>e 
of study, lectures and practical instruction which has extended over a number of 
years .-eld has received a diploma certifying his competence in the art from a 
skilful and reliable specialist in embalming. We are therefore now better pre 
pared than ever in this particular department and can guarantee that our work 
will be done in a thoroughly satisfactory manner. Embalming may be done for 
temporary purposes or for a number of years. The processes employed by us 
preserve a life-like appearance and are applied without any mutilation whatever 
fo the remains. 



Photographer s Association of Canada and Jlmeriea. 

Pnlfl M arid I awar( ^ e ^ by the Photographer s Association of 
UUIU WeUdl Canada, at Hamilton, August 21, 1SU1. 

Pi* 1*7 a a ^ the Photographer s Association 

IC n f nni-inrln. Kplrl of Tnvnnfn 

of Canada, held at Toronto. 
Gallery Main Street, Picton. 

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Ice Cream and Soft Drinks. 



Base Balls, Domestic and Foreign 
Fruit, Oysters, Ice Crearn, &c. 

Toys of all Rinds. ^^^1^5^ 

Rubber Balls, Canes, Sleighs, Express Wagons. 

(-:-) : : Wedding Cakes [ceil and Trimmed. 

A /Aagnifieeni Summer Resort at 


ITTATED on the right of Picton Harbor beginning at the street leading out of 
town toward Glenora, is a fine, extensive property 

From the road the land slopes gradually down into a lovely, minature valley, 
looking north over the beautiful Picton Bay, (see illustration : Picton Bay from 
Brick-kiln Point) and west of this a beautiful, high level reach of land runs out 
into the water forming a picturesque Poinr in the sheltered Harbor. At the 
shore are a number of beautiful willows and evergreens ; hemlocks and cedars ; 
and on the broad plateau behind them, strewn with evergreens and juniper 
bushes, is a fine site for an EXTENSIVE SUMMER HOTEL. A wharf could 
easily be built off this Point where hotel guests could be landed from steamers 
which pass within a few yards of it on their way to the wharves above. 

There are, in all, five acres more or less of fine grassy soil, well wooded 
about and beyond the shores, and beautifully situated. 

There is also a splendid site for a large summer hotel on the high land, near 
the street, and a hotel in either place could easily be lighted by electricity and 
supplied with water from the Reservoir. 

For further particulars apply to 



Picton, Ontario, Canada. 

Largest circulation of any paper 
printed or circulated in Prince 
Edward County 


THE best advertising medium in Central Canada. Patronized by all shrewd and 
experienced advertisers. Gives immediate returns for cash. In the 57th year of 
continuous and successful publication. Has the esteem, respect and confidence 
of its patrons. Read weekly by nearly everybody in the fine, wealthy agricul 
tural county of Prince Edward. Subscription price $1.00 in advance. Advertis 
ing rates low. 

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ituated on the right of Picton Harbor is a beautiful and extensive 
property Fou SALE. The house, of French Gothic style, contains a 
large number of apartments, including a unique ball-room, artisti 
cally frescoed: also, .servants rooms. There are a number of airy bal 
conies and quiet nooks here and there well shaded by beautiful foliage, 
so that the building, used as a hotel, would be a charming one for a sum 
mer resort. There is also an eligible site by it for a GRANT) SuMMEil 
HoTEt which, it is .said, would prove a great success to a syndicate. No 
where, can a more charming snot be found for such purpose. The 
grounds (about 20 acres in all) have a l::rg< water frontage bordered 
with, willows, the house, occupying a pie isant eminence overlooking 
portions of the town, its picturesque .suburbs and Picton Bay: and, 
though possessing all the desirable qualities oi a country place, are with 
in ten minutes walk from the central part oi the town. All the steamers 
culling at Picton pass close by to their wharves ju;-,t above, and through 
the Ion? summer season manv excursion boats come i:;, delugin-jr t h 


place with delightful music. 

On the 1 i t of the ]iouse, close to the water s 

is a ina^nificent 

e rove 

rxiiordiu a 


l and enchanting retreat in hot, \veather 

several Ion;:;, beautiful paths run the entire length 
there an inviting rubric seat iu the green sir 
nncl an occasion^,! squirrel chatters overhead. 

of ir, with here and 
s. "daiiv birds simr. 

Fruit ti-ees 


gages, plums, and pears HJ\- abunda.nt, 

O;; the extreme right is a beautiful miniature tableland attractive 
v, it.h bn -ad-leaved mar.Jes. its grassy slopes adorned with handsome 
ever.rreeus -this woul H>e a, most deli^htFul spot for an Orchestra on 
,;! davs and warm summer o\ 










The place througliout could casiiy Ijo !i-ht^l by -lectiicity .-.:: 1 
supplied with water from the Reservoir. 

For further particulars apply to 

Frecl Low, Esq 5 . 

Picton, Ontario, Canada. 

K. C. LUTE, Q. C. JOHN Wit 



No. 1 Graham Block, Gellevilte. 



tarn :< -. -,<.. - - > 

Jienpy Skinnep 
& Co. 


And Importers, 



Among the attractions worthy of 
special notice is the 

Mfil tV 


It is situated on the north side of Main street, and ranks among the best in- 
Central Ontario. The stock is large and fresh from the best markets, and covers- 
a wide range of goods, such as >Tn" Pure Drugs, Chemicals, Room Paper, Ceiling^ 

Miscellaneous Goods, SchOQl and office re q uisites - 


Plush Goods, Albums, and a fine assortment of 
. . Toilet Articles : 

Bpuslpes, Qorpbs, Spopges, PeipFurpes in Bull^ 
Bobblsd, ^osmebics, 2\G,, ^G, 

Prices lower than goods of this class are usually sold at. 

DENTAL ROOMS in connection 
under the special supervision of 



















One of the Largest, Swiftest, and Most Powerful Steamers on the Lakes, lighted 

by Electricity, and Modern Throughout. 

past Mail Jxpress >eryie& 



Reliable Connections, Luxurious Saloons and Berths, 

Unexcelled Cuisine, Competent an,d Courteous Officers. 

Steamer leaves Charlotte every Saturday at 1:25 p. in. Spends Sunday 
among the 1000 Islands and at Alexandria Bay. Returns I ,> Chario! 1 e, via for; 
Hope. for first train for Rochester, Monday a, in. 

$2.50. Continuous Round Trip Tickets, only 82,50. 

C. F. Cildersieeve, H. H. Ciidersieeve, C. H. Nicholson, 

General Manager. Traffic Manager, Gen. Pass. Fgt. Agt., 



Leaves Picton for Kingston on Monday, Wednesday and Friday at a.m. 
On Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday at 6:30 a. in. Returning, leaves Kingston 
daily at 3:30 p. in., going through to Deseronto and Belleville. 

Safe, Speedy and Elegant. Every Comfort for Passengers Assumed. 

The PI ero offers to shippers the lowest rates, best despatch and careful handling. 
No wharfage at Picton. 

Full information given by Mr. Gilbert Johnston on hoard, or 
R. Benson, Ageqt, A. Gunn & Co., Agents, C F. Gildersleeve, Gen. Man., 



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oods, Carpets, &e. 

Keep consbuitly on Land all Mu> nowoi leatling lines, pvirch.iMv! i.-ii-goly from 
the uinnufacLurers in Europe. 

I;i aililition to Goneral Dry Goiu]^ {-.hey keep a large and varied stock of 
p<>{s, Curtains, Curtain Poles and Fixtures, Millinery, Manll. .-.s, :nd \\ .a! ej-j i 
Co K!S .Men s Furnish ings, BoysTiothin<r, &.L: 

Tlie r f;u-ilities for buynigenal)!* t.ln-in to sell at tl-.e loMX-t ] ik <s j-ossible. 

Orders by mail solieited, and samples sent when desired. 


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