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324 world. It seems to be about a mile & a half long; & carries the train over the rapids of the St. Lawrence through a series of tubes, supported by massive stone piers. [symbol] On crossing this bridge, on my return to the States, I left behind me on the West bank more than two feet of snow. In some places the fences were entirely buried. On the Eastern side, however, of the river then snow was much thinner, & in less tan two hours we were passing over a country, from which it almost disappeared. This was not lost on a soluble? little Irish woman, the chief talker in a party of Irish whom she had been endeavoring to persuade to leave Canada, & settle in the States. "You see for yourselves," she said, pointing out to them how much less snow there was than what they had left two hours ago in Canada, "you see for "yourselves that this is the land of Freedom; for here if a body has" no shoes, she can go with out them: but in Canada it is actively "too cold: faith then this is the land of Freedom." For the first sixty miles of this journey we remained in the execrable carriage of the Grand Trunk? of Canada Company, & in the hands of their officials whose way of doing things leaves on the mind the feeling, that their object is to show how what ought to be done may be neglected. The instant the Yankees took charge of the train everything changed, as if by magic. You cd feel at any moment that the train was being driven against time, & not allowed to go anyhow. The unclear with which the driver bought it into the stations, & took it out, never waiting one instant longer