Montreal, November, 1857
. . . We crossed the long bridge to Rouse's Point in a wild
wind, and the hotel, which is built far out into the lake, rocked all night
with the wind and waves. I had a large room with two doors and no fastening, but
the landlord said if I was “timid” I could put a table against the door. This
morning I hurried breathless to the cars at seven; got there just in time, but
was the first passenger. The ticket-seller said seven was the hour and they
should leave “as soon as they could get ready” — which was not till a quarter
to eight by his clock. Most of the passengers evidently understood and got
there about seven-thirty. Three quarters of the talk in the cars was French,
and all the peasants are French.
SOURCE: Mary Potter Thacher Higginson, Editor, Letters
and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson, 1846-1906, p. 94
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