120 AN IMPASSABLE BRIDGE. 



sentimental associations might be called up in the tra 

 veller s mind by this more ancient designation, another, 

 which is afterwards seen on the opposite side of the vale 

 of Sussex, is called Piccadilly Mountain ! The admirer 

 of natural beauty, whom the former name might lead to 

 think of the first settlers as God-fearing pilgrims coming 

 into a weary wilderness of privations, is at once brought 

 back by the second to the realities of bustling, material, 

 selfish life. 



When within three or four miles of our journey s end, 

 it became necessary to cross the creek, now a stream of 

 considerable size. The bridge however, being under 

 repairs, was impassable ; and the rain had so swollen the 

 river, that, after taking soundings by the aid of a canoe, 

 we found it far too deep to ford with our waggon. No 

 house was near, and we had called a council to consider 

 what was best to be done. Fortunately, while we were 

 still deliberating, a waggon came up on the other side, 

 and the party it contained were as much at a loss as 

 ourselves. A little bargaining, however, induced the 

 owners of the two vehicles to exchange cargoes, and 

 as the logs which formed the main -beams of the 

 bridge were still standing, two stout, sure - footed 

 lumberers soon transported the luggage from either 

 waggon across the stream and happy to proceed, though 

 with somewhat worse accommodation, we were again 

 soon on our way. 



It wanted still a couple of hours of nightfall, when, 

 having parted company with one of my friends, I arrived 

 for the second time at Scheck s comfortable house, in 

 the middle of Sussex Vale. While daylight lasted, 

 therefore, I set out with Dr Robb to explore the 

 gypsum deposits which were said to occur in various 

 localities among the woods at a moderate distance. 



We were now upon the Salmon River, along which I 

 had travelled on my previous journey from Miramichi to 



