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 turned out to be a little half-grown, ill-conditioned bug. Fourth 



Journey. 



Now, whether it were going from the American to the 



Canada side, or from the Canada to the American, and 

 had taken the advantage of my shoulders to ferry itself 

 across, I could not tell. Be this as it may, I thought of 

 my uncle Toby and the fly ; and so, in lieu of placing it 

 upon the deck, and then putting my thumb nail vertically 

 upon it, I quietly chucked it amongst some baggage that 

 was close by, and recommended it to get ashore by the 

 first opportunity. 



When Ave had seen all that was worth seeing in Que- 

 bec and at the falls of Montmorency, and had been on 

 board the enormous ship Columbus, we returned for a 

 day or two to Montreal, and then proceeded to Saratoga 

 by Lakes Champlain and George. 



The steam-boat from Quebec to Montreal had above Irish emi- 

 grants. 



five hundred Irish emigrants on board. They were going, 

 " they hardly knew whither," far away from dear Ireland. 

 It made one's heart ache to see them all huddled together, 

 without any expectation of ever revisiting their native 

 soil. We feared that the sorrow of leaving home for 

 ever, the miserable accommodations on board the ship 

 which had brought them away, and the tossing of the 

 angry ocean, in a long and dreary voyage, would have 

 rendered them callous to good behaviour. But it was 

 quite otherwise. They conducted themselves with great 

 propriety. Every American on board seemed to feel for 



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