BRANDTFORD.

The Grand River is navigable for steam-boats from Lake Erie up to the

landing-place, about two miles below Brandtford, and from thence a canal

is to be cut, some time or other, to the town. The present site of

Brandtford was chosen on account of those very rapids which do indeed

obstruct the navigation, but turn a number of mills, here of the first

importance. The usual progress of a Canadian village is this: first, on

some running stream, the erection of a saw-mill and grist-mill for the

convenience of the neighbouring scattered settlers; then a few shanties

or log-houses for the work-people; then a grocery-store; then a

tavern--a chapel--perchance a school-house.

Not having been properly forewarned, I unfortunately allowed the driver

to take me to a wrong inn. I ought to have put up at the Mansion-house,

well kept by a retired half-pay British officer; instead of which I was

brought to the Commercial Hotel, newly undertaken by an American. I sent

to the landlord to say I wished to speak to him about proceeding on my

journey next day. The next moment the man walked into my bed-room

without hesitation or apology. I was too much accustomed to foreign

manners to be greatly discomfited; but when he proceeded to fling his

hat down on my bed, and throw himself into the only arm-chair in the

room, while I was standing, I must own I did look at him with some

surprise. To those who have been accustomed to the almost servile

courtesy of English innkeepers, the manners of the innkeepers in the

United States are not pleasant. I cannot say they ever discomposed me: I

always met with civility and attention; but the manners of the country

innkeepers in Canada are worse than anything you can meet with in the

United States, being generally kept by refugee Americans of the lowest

class, or by Canadians who, in affecting American manners and

phraseology, grossly exaggerate both.

In the present case I saw at once that no incivility was intended; my

landlord was ready at a fair price to drive me over himself, in his own

"wagon," to Woodstock; and after this was settled, finding, after a few

questions, that the man was really a most stupid, ignorant fellow, I

turned to the window, and took up a book, as a hint for him to be gone.

He continued, however, to lounge in the chair, rocking himself in

silence to and fro, till at last he _did_ condescend to take my hint,

and to take his departure.

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At ten o'clock next morning, a little vehicle, like that which brought

me from Hamilton, was at the door; and I set off for Woodstock, driven

by my American landlord, who showed himself as good-natured and civil as

he was impenetrably stupid.

No one who has a single atom of imagination, can travel through these

forest roads of Canada without being strongly impressed and excited. The

seemingly interminable line of trees before you; the boundless

wilderness around; the mysterious depths amid the multitudinous foliage,

where foot of man hath never penetrated,--and which partial gleams of

the noontide sun, now seen, now lost, lit up with a changeful magical

beauty,--the wondrous splendour and novelty of the flowers,--the

silence, unbroken but by the low cry of a bird, or hum of insect, or the

splash and croak of some huge bull-frog,--the solitude in which we

proceeded mile after mile, no human being, no human dwelling within

sight,--are all either exciting to the fancy, or oppressive to the

spirits, according to the mood one may be in.

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