A Trip to Manitoba

After a long day's journey on the Grand Trunk Railway, without even the

eccentricities of fellow-passengers in our Pullman car to amuse us, we were

all glad to reach Sarnia. The monotony of the scenery through which we

passed had been unbroken, except by a prettily situated cemetery, and the

tasteful architecture of a hillside church, surrounded by trees just putting

on their spring foliage.

It was eight o'clock when we got to the wharf, and the steamer Manitoba

only waited for our arrival to cast loose her moorings and enter the dark

blue waters of Lake Huron. "Haste" will not express the excitement of the

scene. Men, rushing hither and thither in search of friends, traps, and

luggage, were goaded to fury by the calmness of the officials and their

determination not to be hurried.