Rose at six. A good night's rest having supped chiefly upon milk. A
thunderstorm at four reconciled us to it, in hopes of its driving away
the cholera, which after all I cannot but think is exaggerated. Took a
calash with young Fred Andrews, a most intelligent child of 8 years.
Went over some romantic country, and in two hours came to an open space
on the side of a mountain covered with trees. Fred pointed to his
grandmother; she did not know me but was greatly affected. Found Thomas
engaged in a small room teaching 26 boys and girls, some coming three
miles. He did not know me; but was not so much altered as I expected.
His wife soon told me of T.'s irregularities which caused him to leave
the school at Quebec, and they had come to this wild place to break his
connections; their neighbours gone except two or three the most
villainous low Irish. If she left home some of the dram sellers would
fetch away hay to pay T.'s shots. After dinner T. and I set off to
Beauport Lake; sailed across, caught a nice trout but no other fish, and
were only allowed to use the line. A great quantity of raspberries, and
there had been many strawberries. His income at one time had been 25
dollars per week. He had received 100 dollars for tuning the organ at
the Cathedral.