Q2 THE HAMILTON ASSOCIATION, 
baker had forgotten my instructions, and only baked a few for Lady 
Blake, the wife of the Governor. I heard a lady with a Scotch 
tongue say toa friend: ‘‘There’s nae scones the day.” I at once 
said to her, and put on the Scotch as I spoke: ‘I see you are dis- 
appointed, but you shall not be; I will divide with you what was to 
go to King’s House.” The scones were handed to her. How her 
face lighted up as she said: “I’ve no tasted a scone since I left 
Glasgow.” So you see the Scotch are there, as they are everywhere. 
There were 35 energetic young fellows who went out from Canada 
to represent various exhibits, and they did a good business. 
While it is very hot in the middle of the day, there is always a 
good breeze morning and evening. Care should be taken to avoid 
draughts at night; if not prudent in this respect one is apt to get a 
chill, then fever follows. I say it is hot during the day, yet I have 
seen the officers of the regiment stationed at Kingston playing 
hockey at 2 o’clock. 
After I felt that the Canadian court was in full swing I visited 
various parts of the island, speaking on Canada. My first trip for 
that purpose was to Brownstown, on the north side of the island. 
Let me endeavor to picture the journey to you, even though my 
description will be far from conveying all that my vision feasted 
upon. I took the train early one morning from Kingston to Ewar- 
ton. I had heard a great deal of the grandeur of the country, of the 
magic scenic effects, and the ever-changing character of the views, 
but all I heard was as nothing to what presented itself to my aston- 
ished vision. What scenes met the eye as we ascended Mount 
Diabo.a. At every twist and turn as the road wound its way up the 
mountain were sights which will be unfading as long as life lasts. 
As I speak to you I am in fancy enjoying that drive. After we had 
ascended some 1,500 feet, there were for miles and miles at our feet 
as far as the eye could reach, away in the valleys bounded by distant 
mountains, groves of cocoanuts, graceful palms, bamboos bending to 
the breeze, great banana leaves, and around the mountain side rare 
and marvellous creeping plants, hugging the trees from the roots 
upward. 
‘*O’er it all a soft and purple mist 
Hung like a vaporous amethyst.” 
We passed huts made of bamboo, thatched with broad tropical 
