These townships are well watered by numerous spring creeks, bounded to the north and east by the river Trent, Skugog and Rice Lakes; and to the south, for about sixty miles, by Lake Ontario.  The chief towns are Cobourg, Port Hope, and Bournauville.  As I shall have occasion in another place to speak more fully respecting these counties, I shall take my readers again on board the “Shamrock.”

Our captain having to land some goods at Cobourg, we were detained there all night.  He invited a few friends to pass the evening.  A jolly set of fellows they were, and they initiated me into the mysteries of brewing whiskey-punch, a beverage I had never before tasted, and which I found very palatable.  The song and the joke went round till the small hours warned us to retire.

On Sunday morning, June the 5th, I landed at the Big-bay (Windsor), in Whitby, and after bidding adieu to my fellow-voyagers commenced my journey to my friends in Darlington on foot.  Whitby, at the time of which I am speaking, was only partially settled, and chiefly by Americans.  This township is justly considered one of the best between Toronto and Kingston.  At present the township is well settled and well-cultivated.  Nearly all the old settlers are gone, and their farms have, for the most part, been purchased by old country farmers and gentlemen, the log-buildings having given place to substantial stone, brick, or frame houses.  The village of Oshawa, in this township, now contains upwards of one thousand inhabitants, more than double the number the whole township could boast of when I first set foot on its soil.

CHAPTER II.

ARRIVAL AT DARLINGTON. —­ KIND RECEPTION. —­ MY FRIEND’S LOCATION. —­ HIS INEXPERIENCE. —­ DAMAGE TO HIS LAND BY FIRE. —­ GREAT CONFLAGRATION AT MIRAMACHI. —­ FOREST FIRES. —­ MIGHTY CONFLAGRATION OF THE 6TH OF OCTOBER. —­ AFFECTING STORY OF A LUMBER-FOREMAN. —­ HIS PRESENCE OF MIND, AND WONDERFUL PRESERVATION. —­ THE SAD FATE OF HIS COMPANIONS.

I was now very near to my ark of refuge, and the buoyant spirit of early youth, with its joyous anticipations of a radiant future, bore me exultingly forward.  It might have been said of me in the beautiful lines of the poet: 

“He left his home with a bounding heart,
 For the world was all before him;
 And he scarcely felt it a pain to part,
 Such sun-bright hopes came o’er him.”

Alarie A. Watts.

Two hours’ brisk walking brought me to the long-looked-for end of my journey.  I was received with the greatest kindness and hospitality; and, in a few days, felt quite at home and comfortable in my new quarters.

After some days’ rest, I commenced operations by assisting my friend on the farm and in the store.  From my practical knowledge of farming, acquired upon my mother’s estate, I was soon installed as manager in that department.

Our farm contained upwards of two hundred acres of cleared land, the largest proportion of which consisted of meadows and pastures, but the soil was light and sandy, and altogether very indifferent.  My friend, Colonel B----- had been imposed upon by the Yankee, of whom he had bought it, and no wonder, when I tell you that my friend had formerly held a situation under Government, and had lived in London all his life.