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worthy set of gentlemen ; and on my taking leave 

 of them, I felt a heaviness at heart, in reflecting 

 that I had not more time to cultivate their 

 acquaintance. 



In all the way from Buffalo to Quebec, I only 

 met with one bug ; and I cannot even swear that 

 it belonged to the United States. In going down 

 the St. Lawrence, in the steam-boat, I felt some- 

 thing crossing over my neck ; and on laying hold 

 of it with my finger and thumb, it turned out to 

 be a little half-grown, ill-conditioned bug. Now, 

 whether it were going from the American to the 

 Canada side, or from the Canada to the American, 

 and had taken the advantage of my shoulders 

 to ferry itself across, I could not tell. Be this as 

 it may, I thought of my uncle Toby and the fly ; 

 and so, in lieu of placing it upon the deck, 

 and then putting my thumb-nail vertically upon 

 it, I quietly chucked it amongst some baggage 

 that was close by, and recommended it to get 

 ashore by the first opportunity. 



When we had seen all that was worth seeing in 

 Quebec and at the falls of Montmorency, and had 

 been on board the enormous ship Columbus, we 

 returned for a day or two to Montreal, and then 

 proceeded to Saratoga by Lakes Champlain and 

 George. 



The steam-boat from Quebec to Montreal had 

 above five hundred Irish emigrants on board. 

 They were going " they hardly knew whither," 



