but her captain agreed to tow her. The offer
was made to let any of the women change boats, but
none accepted. Like ourselves, they were travelling
in families and feared to be parted. We were
real sorry in bidding good-by to the crew of the Durham
boat, for they had been kind and made companions of
the children. As one wee tot came up to her special
favorite, she pursed her lips to be kissed; the Canadian
took the pipe out of his mouth and gave the queerest
cry of delight I ever heard. We could not speak
to each other, but in the language of grimace and
expression of countenance the French Canadian excels.
The Montreal stage at last appeared, drawn by four
horses, and on its passengers getting settled in the
cabin, the steamer began her voyage. She was
not like the steamboats of later days, which are houses
built on hulls. She was just a good-sized barge
with an engine and two paddle-wheels, which sent her
along at a slow rate, all the more slowly on account
of her towing the Durham boat. Our party crowded
her fore deck and our baggage, piled on the freight
she had when we got on, was higher than her paddle-boxes.
We stopped three times to take on wood during the
passage, reaching Kingston next morning, where we were
to get a steamer for Toronto, but had to wait for
her arrival. She was a larger boat but of the
same pattern as the one we left, having her cabins
below deck. There were over a hundred emigrants,
and we so crowded the steerage that we were packed
as close as in the Durham boats. The prospect
of being so near our journey’s end made us endure
discomfort cheerfully. I remember how the great
size of lake Ontario impressed us all, having an horizon
like that of the Atlantic. We had wondered at
the width of the St Lawrence and at where all the
water came from to dash down its rapids, but this
great lake surprised us more, with its sea-gulls and
big white painted ships bowling along. Mr Auld
remarked the county of Ayr would be but an island
in it, and Mr Brodie that you might stick Glasgow
in a corner and never know it was there were it not
for the reek. Many were the surmises as to how
the master had got on, if he had got land, if he would
meet us, and what our next move would be. The
mistress shared in none of their anxiety. She
was calm in her confidence of her husband’s
ability and energy. She was convinced he had
secured land and that he would be waiting on the wharf
when the steamer sailed into Toronto. They were
what every married couple ought to be—of
one mind and one heart. Our first sight of Toronto
pleased us all, and we had a long view of it, sailing
round the island before reaching the entrance to the
harbor. Our eyes were strained as we came near
the wharf in the hope of picking out master among
the people who crowded it. All of a sudden Robbie
shouted Father, and a man waved his hand, whom, as
the boat drew closer in we all recognized. The
sailors were still hauling the steamer into her berth,
when Mr Brodie shouted ’Have you got land?’