Life in the Clearings versus the Bush

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nd the corrugated trunks of the huge oak and maple trees that tower far above our heads. The glorious waters are dyed with a thousand changeful hues of crimson and saffron, and reflect from their unruffled surface the gorgeous tints of a Canadian sunset. The pines, with their hearse-like plumes, loom out darkly against the glowing evening sky, and frown austerely

patches of buck-wheat and Indian corn, the only grain that remains unharvested at this season of the year. We have a fine view of the stone church built by the Indians, which stands on the top of the hill about a mile from the water. Queen Anne presented to this tribe three large marble tablets engraved with the Ten Commandments, which, after following them in all their ramblings for a century and a half, now grace the altar of this church, and are regarded with great v

ad of a noble sweep of land covered with velvet turf, and resembling greatly a gentleman's park at home, by the fine groups of stately forest trees scattered over it, and a semicircular belt

water, and the spirit of love and peace sat brooding over the luxurious solitude, whose very silence was eloquent with praise of the great Maker. How I envied the residents of the parsonage their lovely home! How disappointed I felt, when Mrs. G--- told me that she felt it dull and lonely, that she was ou

ructing their children in the Indian and English languages; and they have a resident clergyman of the Establishment always at hand, to minister to them the spiritual consolations of relig

re is a great lack of order and regularity in all their agricultural proceedings. They do not make half as much out of their lands--which they suffer to be overgrown with thorns and thistles--as their white

s to imitate ihe customs and manners of the whites, he is too apt to adopt their vices without acquiring their industry and perseverance, and sinks into a sottish, degraded savage. The proud independence we admired so much in the man of the woods, has disappeared with his truthfulness, honesty, and simple manners. H

epresentations of the manners and customs of their tribe. They sing Indian songs, dance the war-dance, hold councils, and make grave spe

. There was no base alloy in their pure native blood. They had the large, dark, humid eyes, the ebon locks tinged with purple, so peculiar

ff to great advantage by their picturesque and becoming costume, which in their case was composed of the richest materi

collision of two steam-carriages, while travelling professionally with her sister through the States. Those who had listened with

een brought before the public, in order to supply her place, but t

enery of what is called the "high shore." This mountainous ridge, which descends perpendicularly to the water's edge, is still in forest; and, without doubt, this is the most

bank, and made to work a saw-mill, which is certainly giving a very unromantic turn to them. But here

me, once during the summer, to enjoy a ramble in the woods, and spread their feast beneath the lordly oaks and maples that crown these heights. And

ed from the far-off inland ocean of Lake Huron. But like the cove in Tyendenaga, of which everybody in the neighbourh

e head of the "long reach." The bay here is not wider than a broad river. The banks are very lofty, and

g fine orchards in full bearing, and trim gardens, give it quite a rural appearance. The steamboat enters this fairy bay by a very narrow passage; and, after delivering freight and passengers at the wharf, backs out by the way she came in.

t road to all the villages and towns on its shores. The people from the opposite side trade more with the Belleville merchants than with those in their own district; and during the winter season, when the bay is completely frozen from the mouth of the Trent to Kingston, loaded teams are passing to and fro continually. It is the favourite afternoon drive of young and old, and when the wind, sweeping over such a broad surface of ice, is not too cold, and you are well wrapped up in furs and buffalo robes, a sleigh ride on the ice is very delightful

lace on the north side of the bay; beautiful orchards and meadows skirt the water, and fine bass-wood and willow-trees grow beside, or bend over the waves. The green smooth meadows, out of which the black stumps rot

of seeing can no longer be gratified by remaining where we are. But if you open your eyes to see, and your ears to

nfant, that at a distance it was easy to mistake it for one. To render the deception more striking, you could make it cry like a child by pressing your hand upon its bod

your baby

t's my

al child. Look at its bare feet and hands, and bald head. Well, I don't thi

ke it rather roughly, the wooden baby gave a loud squall; the woman's face express

dness me, the

up the discarded doll, explained to the woman

nished companion. "What will they find out next?

peak when I was with mamma in New York

speak? You don't

the expressions of surprise, wonder, and curiosity, that flitted over the w

oaded to the water's edge with cattle and passengers. The promenade decks were filled up with pigs, sheep and oxen. Cows were looking sleepily in at the open doors of the ladies' cabin, and bulls were fastened on the upper deck. Such a motley group of bipe

r was occupied; and my young friend, who did not feel any inconvenience from the storm, was greatly entertained by the dialogues carried on across the cabin by the women, who were reposing in their berths, an

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feel as if I

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thing good out of your bask

some talk. My basket's at the foot of my berth. You'l

kept up their spirits by eating cakes, c

much in the fire l

preserves she made about a week ago, and sarce in accordance!" [

ough pouring rain and driving mist, and the port to which they were bound loomed through the haze, t

I hear Isaac (meaning her husband) breezing belo

e, complained, in his broad Yorkshire dialect, that he had been kept awake al

or of Belleville; but I thought they were a-fooning. He wouldn't sleep himself, nor let t

the piper in his dreams; for, certes, the jovial buzzing of the pi

me an anecdote of him, and how he treated an impertinent fe

t often happens, when the boat is greatly crowded, that two passengers of the same sex are forced to occupy the same sleeping room. This was Sir A---'s case, and he was obliged, thou

re the other, as the space in front of their berths was too nar

se his companion had left open on the washstand. Upon these he pounced, and having made a liberal use of them, flung them back into the case, and sa

or, put his feet into the water, and commenced scrubbing his toe-nails with the desecrated tooth-brush. Jonath

dirtiest use I ever see a

" said Sir A--- very coolly. "I alway

and fled to the deck, but hi

anee, in the Mohawk language, signifying flour. The village is a mile back from the bay, and is not much seen from the wa

other portions of the bay, is felt here. Passing through these gaps on a stormy day creates as great a nausea as a short chopping sea on the Atlantic, and I have seen both men and women retreat to their berths to avoid disagreeable conseque

ear the water, composed of round logs and large stones cemented together with clay. He gets his living by fishing and fowling, and you see his well-worn, weather-beaten boat, drawn up in a little cove near his odd dwelling. I was very curious to obtain some pa

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