190 LOCUSTS AND WILD HONEY 



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 might 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 Hud- 

 son, we saw little in the way of scenery that arrested 

 our attention until we beheld the St. Lawrence, 

 though one gets glimpses now and then, as he is 

 whirled along through New Hampshire and Ver- 

 mont, 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 the railroad takes you, the country is flat 

 and monotonous. 



