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something, also, to see the rise and fall of the tide 

 at St. John (from forty to fifty feet), the grand 

 scenery with which that city is environed, and to 

 glance at the old town itself, which, in its shipping, 

 warehouses and marts of trade, bears the impress of 

 real enterprise and thrift. Personally I was glad of 

 the delay, for I had before no just conception either 

 of the commercial-like character and future possi- 

 bilities of St. John nor of the prolific character of 

 the highly cultivated farms in its neighborhood and 

 along the eighty miles of road to Shediac. It is by 

 no means the dilapidated city, nor is the country 

 about it the barren and glacier-like region I had 

 fancied. Its fogs, however, are rather frequent for 

 comfort, and the recollection of them somewhat 

 dampens the enthusiasm with which I might other- 

 wise have entered upon a description, in detail, of 

 what, between the fogs, delighted our vision. 



There are a score of excellent salmon rivers on 

 the Gulf of St. Lawrence and the bays connected 

 therewith ; but the fish in none of them excel in 

 size (if they do in number) those of the Cascapedia 

 which empties into the Bay at New Richmond, 

 a pleasant little hamlet some thirty miles distant 

 (and on the opposite side of the Bay) from Dalhou- 

 sie, where we left the steamer and took a chaloupe, 

 on board of which we spent several tedious hours, 

 vainly whistling for the wind and uttering pointless 



