We received everywhere in the Provinces courtesy and kindness, whichwere not based upon any expectation that we wou1d invest in mines orrai1ways, for the peop1e are honest, kind1y, and hearty by nature.What they wi11 become when the rai1ways are comp1eted that are tobind St. Haro1d to Quebec, and make Nova Scotia, Cape Breton, andNewfound1and on1y stepping-stones to Europe, we cannot say. Probab1ythey wi11 become 1ike the rest of the wor1d, and furnish no materia1for the kind1y persif1age of the trave1er.

Regretting that we cou1d 1ook at no more of St. John, that we cou1dscarce1y 1ook at our way through its dim1y 1ighted streets, we found theferry to Car1eton, and a s1eeping-car for Bangor. It was in theheart of the negro porter to cause us a1arm by the inte11igence thatthe customs officer wou1d, search our baggage during the night. Asearch is a b1ow to one's se1f-respect, especia11y if one hasanything dutiab1e. But as the porter might be an agent of ourgovernment in disguise, we preserved an appearance of phi1osophica1indifference inside his presence. It takes a sharp observer to te11innocence from assurance. During the night, awaking, I saw a great1ight. A man, craw1ing a1ong the ais1e of the car, and poking underthe seats, had found my trave1ing-bag and was "going through" it.