"Gracious, goodness me, the thing"s alive!"
The little girl laughed heartily, and, taking up the discarded doll, explained to the woman the simple method employed to produce the sound.
"Well, it do sound quite _nataral_," said her astonished companion. "What will they find out next? It beats the railroad and the telegraph holler."
"Ah, but I saw a big doll that could speak when I was with mamma in New York," said the child, with glistening eyes.
"A doll that could speak? You don"t say. Oh, do tell!"
While the young lady described the automaton doll, it was amusing to watch the expressions of surprise, wonder, and curiosity, that flitted over the woman"s brig cadaverous face. She would have made a good study for a painter.
A young relative of mine went down in the steamboat, to be present at the Provincial Agricultural Show that was held that year in the town of Buckville, on the St. Lawrence. It was the latter end of September; the weather was wet and stormy, and the boat loaded to the water"s edge with cattle and pa.s.sengers. The promenade decks were filled up with pigs, sheep and oxen. Cows were looking sleepily in at the open doors of the ladies" cabin, and bulls were fastened on the upper deck. Such a motley group of bipeds and quadrupeds were never before huddled into such a narrow s.p.a.ce; and, amidst all this din and confusion, a Scotch piper was playing l.u.s.tily on the bagpipes, greatly to the edification, I"ve no doubt, of himself and the crowd of animal life around him.
The night came on very dark and stormy, and many of the women suffered as much from the pitching of the boat as if they had been at sea. The ladies" cabin was crowded to overflowing; every sofa, bed, and chair was occupied; and my young friend, who did not feel any inconvenience from the storm, was greatly entertained by the dialogues carried on across the cabin by the women, who were reposing in their berths, and lamenting over the rough weather and their own sufferings in consequence. They were mostly the wives of farmers and respectable mechanics, and the language they used was neither very choice nor grammatical.
"I say, Mrs. C---, how be you?"
"I feel bad, any how," with a smothered groan.
"Have you been sick?"
"Not yet; but feel as if I was going to."
"How"s your head coming on, Mrs. N---?"
"It"s just splitting, I thank you."
"Oh, how awful the boat do pitch!" cries a third.
"If she should sink, I"m afeard we shall all go to the bottom."
"And think of all the poor sheep and cattle!"
"Well, of course, they"d have to go too."
"Oh, mi! I"ll get up, and be ready for a start, in case of the worst,"
cried a young girl.
"Mrs. C---, do give me something good out of your basket, to keep up my spirits."
"Well, I will. Come over here, and you and I will have some talk. My basket"s at the foot of my berth. You"ll find in it a small bottle of brandy and some crulls."
So up got several of the sick ladies, and kept up their spirits by eating cakes, chewing gum, and drinking cold brandy punch.
"Did Mrs. H--- lose much in the fire last night?" said one.
"Oh, dear, yes; she lost all her clothes, and three large jars of preserves she made about a week ago, and _sarce in accordance!_"
[A common Yankee phrase, often used instead of the word proportion.]
There was an honest Yorkshire farmer and his wife on board, and when the morning at length broke through pouring rain and driving mist, and the port to which they were bound loomed through the haze, the women were very anxious to know if their husbands, who slept in the gentlemen"s cabin, were awake."
"They arn"t stirring yet," said Mrs. G---, "for I hear Isaac (meaning her husband) _breezing_ below"--a most expressive term for very hard snoring.
The same Isaac, when he came up to the ladies" cabin to take his wife on sh.o.r.e, complained, in his broad Yorkshire dialect, that he had been kept awake all night by a jovial gentleman who had been his fellow-traveller in the cabin.
"We had terrible noisy chap in t"cabin. They called him Mr. D---, and said he "twas t"mayor of Belleville; but I thought they were a-fooning.
He wouldn"t sleep himself, nor let t"others sleep. He gat piper, an" put him top o" table, and kept him playing all t"night."
One would think that friend Isaac had been haunted by the vision of the piper in his dreams; for, certes, the jovial buzzing of the pipes had not been able to drown the deep drone of his own nasal organ.
A gentleman who was travelling in company with Sir A--- told me an anecdote of him, and how he treated an impertinent fellow on board one of the lake boats, that greatly amused me.
The state cabins in these large steamers open into the great saloon; and as they are often occupied by married people, each berth contains two beds, one placed above the other. Now it often happens, when the boat is greatly crowded, that two pa.s.sengers of the same s.e.x are forced to occupy the same sleeping room. This was Sir A---"s case, and he was obliged, though very reluctantly, to share his sleeping apartment with a well-dressed American, but evidently a man of low standing, from the familiarity of his manners and the bad grammar he used.
In the morning, it was necessary for one gentleman to rise before the other, as the s.p.a.ce in front of their berths was too narrow to allow of more than one performing his ablutions at a time.
Our Yankee made a fair start, and had nearly completed his toilet, when he suddenly spied a tooth-brush and a box of tooth-powder in the dressing-case his companion had left open on the washstand. Upon these he pounced, and having made a liberal use of them, flung them back into the case, and sat down upon the only chair the room contained, in order to gratify his curiosity by watching how his sleeping partner went through the same process.
Sir A---, greatly annoyed by the fellow"s a.s.surance, got out of bed; and placing the washhand basin on the floor, put his feet into the water, and commenced scrubbing his toe-nails with the desecrated tooth-brush.
Jonathan watched his movements for a few seconds in silent horror; at length, unable to contain himself, he exclaimed.
"Well, stranger! that"s the dirtiest use I ever see a toothbrush put to, any how."
"I saw it put to a dirtier, just now," said Sir A--- very coolly.
"I always use that brush for cleaning my toes."
The Yankee turned very green, and fled to the deck, but his nausea was not sea-sickness.
The village of Nappanee, on the north side of the Bay, is situated on a very pretty river that bears the same name,--Nappanee, in the Mohawk language, signifying flour. The village is a mile back from the bay, and is not much seen from the water. There are a great many mills here, both grist and saw mills, from which circ.u.mstance it most likely derives its name.
Amherst Island, which is some miles in extent, stands between Ontario and the Bay of Quinte, its upper and lower extremity forming the two straits that are called the Upper and Lower Gap, and the least breeze, which is not perceptible in the other portions of the bay, is felt here.
Pa.s.sing through these gaps on a stormy day creates as great a nausea as a short chopping sea on the Atlantic, and I have seen both men and women retreat to their berths to avoid disagreeable consequences. Amherst Island is several miles in extent, and there are many good farms in high cultivation upon it, while its proximity on all sides to the water affords excellent sport to the angler and gunner, as wild ducks abound in this vicinity.
Just after you pa.s.s the island and enter the lower gap, there are three very small islands in a direct line with each other, that are known as the three brothers. A hermit has taken up his abode on the centre one, and built a very Robinson Crusoe looking hut near the water, composed of round logs and large stones cemented together with clay. He gets his living by fishing and fowling, and you see his well-worn, weather-beaten boat, drawn up in a little cove near his odd dwelling. I was very curious to obtain some particulars of the private history of this eccentric individual, but beyond what I have just related, my informants could tell me nothing, or why he had chosen this solitary abode in such an exposed situation, and so far apart from all the comforts of social life.
The town of Bath is the last place of any note on this portion of the Bay, until you arrive at Kingston.
A Morning Song.
"The young wheat is springing All tender and green, And the blackbird is singing The branches between; The leaves of the hawthorn Have burst from their prison, And the bright eyes of morn On the earth have arisen.
"While sluggards are sleeping, Oh hasten with me; While the night mists are weeping Soft showers on each tree, And nature is glowing Beneath the warm beam, The young day is throwing O"er mountain and stream.
"And the shy colt is bounding Across the wide mead, And his wild hoofs resounding, Increases his speed; Now starting and crossing At each shadow he sees, Now wantonly tossing His mane in the breeze.
"The sky-lark is shaking The dew from her wing, And the clover forsaking, Soars upwards to sing, In rapture outpouring Her anthem of love, Where angels adoring Waft praises above.