The Narrative of Gordon Sellar Who Emigrated to Canada in 1825 eBook

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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?’
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