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afternoon at a wayside house. The rain poured down ; two 

 ladies and a gentleman — the husband of one of them — 

 had arrived before us in an open cart, or " jersey," and I, 

 with all the gallantry of my nature, at once offered to 

 change vehicles with them. They accepted the exchange 

 at once, but did not even thank us in return. Shattuck, 

 Ingalls, and I jumped into the open cart when dinner was 

 ended. I was seated by a very so-so Irish dame named 

 Katy ; her husband was our driver. Our exchange proved 

 a most excellent one : the weather cleared up ; we saw the 

 country much better than we could have done in the coach. 

 To our surprise we were suddenly passed by Professor 

 McCullough, who said he would see us at Truro. Towards 

 sunset we arrived in view of this pretty, scattered vil- 

 lage, in sight of the head waters of the Bay of Fundy. 

 What a delightful sensation at that moment ran through 

 my frame, as I realized that I was within a few days of 

 home ! We reached the tavern, or hotel, or whatever 

 else the house of stoppage might be called, but as only 

 three of us could be accommodated there we went across 

 the street to another. Professor McCullough came in and 

 introduced us to several members of the Assembly of this 

 Province, and I was handed several pinches of snuff by the 

 Professor, who loves it. We tried in vain to obtain a con- 

 veyance for ourselves to-morrow morning instead of going 

 by coach to-night; it could not be done. Professor McCul- 

 lough then took me to the house of Samuel George Archi- 

 bald, Esq., Speaker of the Assembly, who introduced me 

 to his wife and handsome young daughter. I showed 

 them a few drawings, and received a letter from Mr. 

 Archibald to the Chief Justice of Halifax, and now we are 

 waiting for the mail coach to proceed to that place. 

 The village of Truro demands a few words. It is situated 

 in the middle of a most beautiful valley, of great extent 

 and well cultivated ; several brooks water this valley, and 

 empty into the Bay of Fundy, the broad expanse of which 



