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her. A drenching rain was falling, which seemed 

 to indicate that my prospects of success would 

 be blighted by the inauspicious storm; but, as 

 the day swept on towards noon, the parting 

 clouds allowed trie golden sunbeams to flow 

 through, and, by two o'clock, the whole aspect of 

 the scene was changed. I gave a public exhibi- 

 tion, and formed a class of nearly one hundred 

 members. 



From Meaford I traveled over bad roads until 

 I reached Owen Sound. Here I did not find as 

 many lovers of the horse as I anticipated, yet I 

 was pleased before the close of my labors by 

 meeting a good degree of success. 



Georgian Bay, near the southern bend of 

 which is Owen Sound, is a beautiful sheet of 

 water, broadening out as it leaves Lake Huron, 

 with which it is connected, and forming what 

 seems like a land-locked lake in itself. Large 

 steamers leave this port for Lake Superior, and 

 many tourists deem this route one of the most 

 pleasing of all on the upper lakes. Ere long, it 

 is asserted, a communication will be opened from 



