St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1884-07-03

whose bosom lies feet of white
winged vessels, children of the deep,
which rise and fall as old ocean draws
his mighty breath over 360 miles away.
At single tide the water has been
known to rise over eighteen feet
What huge, healthy lungs the Atlantic
must have!
AS battalion of half a hundred
Americans marches along the southern
extremity of the terrace, astOnishment
is written on the bystanders' faces,
who hardly know whether or not an
assault may not be made on the cita-
del, which rises lis feet above our
heads and toward which we climb on
wooden stairs. Reaching the top, we
throw ourselves on the grass outside
the inner gates to catch our breath,
and then we look down, down, down,
;345 feet to the water! One feels as if
he could without effort throw himself
over and strike in the middle of the
river, which is two miles wide at this
point. AS we enter the citadel we see
and hear on all sides the sOldiery, and
we fancy ourselves, not in America,
but far across the water in some old
English castle, and we almost hear the
battle-call from some ancient armOred
knight. But instead of antique bat
tering-rams and cross bows we see
large piles of canister and grape shot,
while We look at and lean upon the
monster cannon, until the guard taps
our shoulder and says, "Beg pardon,
sir; that's against ORDERS" and we
jump down.
Evidently our soldier guide thinks
every American a sort of walking in
errogation-point, (and he's about
right,) for he anticipates our questions
and cheerfully volunteers the answers.
OF course he did not fail to point with
genuine pride to "that cannon" Ga
choice relic for a museum of antiqui-
ties,) which was captured by the British
ut Bunker Hill but when one of our
irresistibles asks if ''that is all they
have to show for so hard fight" he
thinks it time for the party to move
on.
Reaching the extreme southeastern
height of the citadel and having looked
across the green plains of Abraham,
hi.h hanntifrllxr nn~nrnl hHr
Il vast but silent army of grasses, but
ter-cups and daisies, we lift our hats
and raise our eyes to the blue above
where in the skies a fleet of clouds
with widespread sails reflect the YES
sells lying in the river below, and with
Gods own sweet smile, his blessed
Sunshine, resting full upon us, most
heartily and Loyalty sing, "GOd save
our gracious Queenw AS we follow
this with America" the enthusiasm
increases, and at last finds vent in
loud, long cheers ''for the Queen and
for the President of the United States"
Of course our party ''did" the walls
of the city saw quaint old water-car-
riers with the neck yoke and two
pals; high backed, humping, rocking
caleches, and all sorts of queer persons
and things which gave us the feeling
that we had wandered in our sleep
backward two or three centuries into
one of the cities of antiquity.
Going back to the Association rooms
we find the ladies ready to serve our
tea, and after this welcome exercise,
we adjourn to the hall where already
the citizens are gathering for the even
ing's reception. After two and a half
hours of rare enjoyment in greetings,
speeches, songs and prayers of praise
and petition, the last "gOOdbyes" are
said and we hasten to the train, tired
and sleepy, alas, only to find Il self
important French conductor who in
sists that each passenger must pay for
IL whole section in order to get one
berth. This outrageous demand pro-
duces a meeting, and some of the
young men punish themselves more
than the official by taking daylight
car. The writer, however, believing
that right makes might, calmly ap-
prOpriated one half-section, his Rev.
friend B taking the other half,
and resolved to pay only the regular
fare for his berth, in spite of official
scowls.
How we did sleep (and chuckle)
when the puzzled conductor came round
in the night and asked half-intelligible
questions but got no answers. Poor
man he did not dare to peek to see
if he had been outwitted, and so satis-
fed at having got the better of bull
dozer, we really go to sleep, and at
early morn roll into Montreal again,
glad to be even few miles nearer
home, but leaving behind US many
good wishes for our Canadian friends
who arranged for us so pleasant a trip
to Quebec. c. H. S.
Montreal, P. O., June l9, 1884.