58 WILD SPOUTS IN THE FAK WEST. 



whip so formidable to the oxen, an implement on 

 which they kept a constant watch, they started on one 

 side or ran baek, and only the prosaic u Quiet there ! 

 Gently ! " &c~, &e., uttered in a pathetic tone, brought 

 back the horned audience to their duty. 



On the evening of the llth of November, I came a 

 second time to the Falls of Niagara, and could now admire 

 their grandeur ;md majesty from the Canadian side. 

 From thence a beautiful road runs along the Niagara 

 river to Lake Krie. The road itself is good and dry ; on 

 the, left the glorious wide river, shaded with trees of the 

 original dark forest, on the right a succession of pros- 

 perous farms, with excellent orchards ; altogether a 

 most enchanting prospect. The whole distance ap- 

 peared scarcely more than a few paces. A few miles 

 from Buffalo I crossed a ferry worked by horses in a 

 large perpendicular wheel, and was now in the United 

 States again. "What I saw of Canada, showed me that 

 it is, at least this part of it, a beautiful and fertile 

 country, with a healthy, though very cold climate, too 

 cold to suit me. It produces excellent corn, but except 

 in the thickly inhabited parts, sheep and pigs do not 

 succeed on account of the numerous wolves. Many 

 Canadian fanners assured me that the bite of a wolf 

 was like that of a venomous reptile to these animals, 

 and that however slightly they may have been bitten, 

 they are sure; to die. But perhaps these deaths may 

 have been caused by the bites of rabid wolves. 



It was Sunday afternoon when I .-tepped into the, 

 public room of the " William Tell," in Buffalo, and 

 seated myself in a corner to rest. The eves of several 

 respectable (Jerman operatives, who were all in hot 



