As soon as he was well warmed and refreshed, we proceeded to the place pointed out by him, where we found the boat thumping in the surf, on a ledge of rocks.  After hauling it up, we proceeded to lift the blanket, when a shocking sight presented itself.  The dead man was sitting upright on the seat, with his mouth and eyes half-open.  We lifted him out, laid him under a tree, and spread the blanket over him.  We found our skiff too small to accommodate another passenger, so we determined to leave it behind and take the large boat, which we accordingly did; and we put our new-comer to the oar with Redpath, whilst I took the helm.

We had a long, tedious row against the headwind, which now blew a gale.  Our new acquaintance, every now-and-then, would throw down his oar, and howl and clap his hands to show his grief for the loss of his departed friend.  These pathetic lamentations elicited no sympathy from Redpath, who abused him for “a lazy lubber,” and ordered him “to pull and not make such an infernal howling, worse than a wild Ingin’s yell.”

We made the landing at Tidy’s, just before dark, and found several hundred emigrants in the tavern, and camped round about it.

As soon as we came within hearing, our passenger commenced the loudest howl he had yet perpetrated, which had the immediate effect of bringing down to the landing the whole of his countrymen, who, as soon as they learned the loss of their friend, gave us a genuine Irish howl, in which the women took the most prominent part.

On our way up to the house, we were met by the landlord, who, with a most woful look, informed us that our horse had strayed away from the pasture, and that he had searched the plains in every direction, and could hear no tidings of him, but as soon as he turned up he would send him home.  “I am sorry, sir.” he added, “this misfortune has happened, and particularly as I am unable to accommodate you and the young lady, for my house is full of drunken Irish, as you see.  Indeed, the only chance you have of getting to Cobourg to-night is by an ox-cart, which will start about nine o’clock this evening.”

I was very angry with the landlord for his carelessness, and told him I should look to him for payment unless my horse was forthcoming.  I found the owner of the ox-cart, and made a bargain with him to set us down at my friend’s house in Cobourg.

Our equipage was very unique of its kind, it having been constructed for the sole purpose of carrying barrels of flour and pork.  The box was a kind of open rack, with two rows of upright stakes instead of sides:  two long boards, laid on cross-bars, formed the bottom:  we spread our buffaloes on these, and fastened a strong piece of rope across the cart, from stake to stake on either side, to hold on by.

Thus equipped, we commenced our journey.  It was pitch-dark, so our driver let the cattle go as they liked, for guiding them was perfectly out of the question.  I shall never forget the way our oxen galloped down those steep hills.  Miss W. was dreadfully frightened.  All we could do was to hold on and trust in Providence.  Luckily, the oxen kept the track; for had they deviated in the least, going down some of the steep pitches, the cart would have been upset to a certainty, and very likely we should have been seriously injured, or killed on the spot.