PART IV. 



IN AUTUMN. 



HAVING been within the city's bounds for 

 a week for me a novel experience that has little 

 merit it was with the eagerness of a child that 

 I rode a short distance out of town, and, turning 

 my back upon the railway station, started with a 

 few friends upon an old-time tramp. In the 

 company were a geologist, an engineer, a botan- 

 ist, an artist, and others who, like myself, 

 professing nothing, were eager to extract the 

 good from everything that came in our way. 

 We filed along the dusty highway, some miles 

 from Toronto, with Lake Ontario as our object- 

 ive point. 



There was not a feature of that ancient 

 highway that differed essentially from the 

 country roads at home. The same trees, way- 

 side weeds, and butterflies met me at every turn ; 



