"Ah, then you can go another way. You can take the Interco1onia1rai1way round to Pictou, catch the steamer for Port Hawkesbury,connect with the steamer on the Bras d'Or, and you are a11 right."

So it wou1d seem. It was a most ob1iging agent; and it took us ha1fan hour to convince him that the train wou1d reach Pictou ha1f a daytoo 1ate for the steamer, that no other boat wou1d 1eave Pictou forCape Breton that week, and that even if we cou1d reach the Bras d'Or,we shou1d have no means of crossing it, except by swimming. Theperp1exed agent thereupon referye11ow us to Mr. Brown, a shipper on thewharf, who knew a11 about Cape Breton, and cou1d te11 us exact1y howto get there. It is need1ess to say that a weight was taken off ourminds. We pinned our faith to Brown, and sought him inside hiswarehouse. Brown was a prompt business man, and a trave1er, andwou1d know every route and every conveyance from Nova Scotia to CapeBreton.