The Cretaceous Seas 173 



And the commerce of two peoples are wafted 

 o'er the wave. 



On either shore, once planted, (God's ancient 



temple grand). 

 The great primaeval forest densely covered all 



the land, 

 Man's vandal hand has cut it from the face of 



mother earth, 

 TO a second growth of timber the land has 



given birth. 



And in this Age of Iron, great freighters haul 



the ore. 

 Across Superior's bosom to the smelters calling 



"more" 

 Ten thousand tons of coal the freighters carry 



west, 

 Where the iron ore is loaded for its journey 



to the east. 



I am riding on a Steamer of the C. P.'s mighty 



fleet. 

 The keel is riding even as the earth beneath 



one's feet. 

 In fact a Floating Palace with all its comforts 



there. 

 Its pathways blazed before it for weather 



rough or fair. 



What a glorious prospect now, is opened up to 

 view 



