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THE AMERICAN FORESTRY ASSOCIATION S NAVAL PIL- 

 GRIMAGE TO LA BONNE STE. ANNE. 



On board ss. Druid, 5 th September, 1890. 



" On the bosom of a river 

 Where the sun unloosed his quiver 

 Steamed a vessel light and free ; 

 Morning dew-drops hung like manna 

 On the bright folds of her banner, 

 And the zephyrs rose to fan her 

 Softly to the radiant sea." 



One of our sweet pensive September suns, after 

 repeated attempts, has at last successfully struggled 

 through the dense, dark, grey clouds, banked up in 

 the east. A light rain last night has made the Petunias 

 and Morning-Glories expand and " ope their eyes " 

 joyfully — after many days of drought. A loved hand 

 is culling the fairest flowers in the parterres of Spencer 

 Grange, to build two gigantic bouquets for the entertain- 

 ment of this day „ 



From the romantic purlieus of St. Peter street, comes 

 the sound of the sturdy, steamer Druid winding his 

 horn, or rather his shrill whistle : a signal to laggards 



to hurry on board; to start, sharp 10 a m for 



the adventurous voyage. 



We have reached at last, past Lord Dufferin's grand 

 'terrace, looming out 182 feet over the Queen's 

 wharf; and find in attendance, as oft we before found, 

 fresh and jolly, at his post, when the city or Govern- 

 ment tenders civilities per mare, the Commodore of 

 the Canadian navy, — our friend — J. U. Gregory. 



There stands the burly commander of the Hiron- 

 delle, chirpy, full of jokes and good humor. " Have a 

 cigar," to Forester from distant Colorado. " Hope you 





