214 THE HALCYON IN CANADA. 



him, and when the dog-star began to blaze, set out 

 for Canada, making a big detour to touch at salt 

 water and to take New York and Boston on our way. 



The latter city was new to me and we paused there 

 and angled a couple of days and caught an editor, a 

 philosopher, and a poet, and inight have caught more 

 if we had had a mind to, for these waters are full of 

 'em, and big ones too. 



Coming from the mountainous regions of the 

 'Hudson, we saw little in the way of scenery that 

 arrested our attention until we beheld the St. Law- 

 rence, though one gets glimpses now and then as 

 he is whirled along through New Hampshire and 

 Vermont that make him wish for a fuller view. It is 

 always a pleasure to bring to pass the geography of 

 one's boyhood; 'tis like the fulfilling of a dream; 

 hence it was with partial eyes that I looked upon the 

 Merrimac, the Connecticut, and the Passumpsic, 

 dusky, squaw-colored streams, whose names I had 

 learned so long ago. The traveler opens his eyes a 

 little wider when he reaches Lake Memphremagog, 

 especially if he have the luck to see it under such a 

 sunset as we did, its burnished surface glowing like 

 molten gold. This lake is an immense trough that 

 accommodates both sides of the fence, though the 

 larger and longer part of it by far is in Canada. Its 

 western shore is bold and picturesque, being skirted 

 by a detachment of the Green Mountains, the main 

 range of which is seen careering along the horizon 

 far to the southwest ; to the east and north, whither 



