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NOTES FROM THE WORLD'S FAIR.— I. 



SHORT journey from Hamilton ! The Chicago 

 Express leaves at 4.10 p.m. and arrives at 8 a.m.; 

 ght's rest in a sleeper, and you awake in 

 :ago. 



On board were some Frenchmen — good-look- 

 ing fellows, full of life and vivacity : only 

 one of whom could speak English. The 

 others speak French so fast it is almost im- 

 possible to catch the words. One is an artist, 

 and interests the others with his sketch-book, 

 adding an additional outline wherever he sees 

 an interesting subject.' 

 The great tunnel at Port Huron is so dark that you 

 can see nothing, and so one can give no items of ob- 

 servation, save that in its dark recesses several officers 

 of customs make us open our valises, and bid us attend 

 at the baggage room on the American side, to open our trunks. Finding the 

 writer was commissioned by the Minister of Agriculture of our Dominion, the 

 officials at once gave way, out of courtesy, and he was passed without question. 

 The-ride through Michigan was rather monotonous — an ordinary farming 

 country, with little to indicate that the farmers were very prosperous. As we 

 neared Chicago, the proximity of a large city was evidenced by the hundreds of 



Fig. 531.— Bik,i>'s Eye View of University, 



