d, we proceeded to the place
pointed out by him, where we found the boat thumping in the surf, on a
ledge of rocks. After hauling it up, we proceeded to lift the blanket,
when a shocking sight presented itself. The dead man was sitting
upright on the seat, with his mouth and eyes half-open. We lifted him
out, laid him under a tree, and spread the blanket over him. We found
our skiff too small to accommodate another passenger, so we determined
to leave it behind and take the large boat, which we accordingly did;
and we put our new-comer to the oar with Redpath, whilst I took the
helm.

We had a long, tedious row against the headwind, which now blew a gale.
Our new acquaintance, every now-and-then, would throw down his oar, and
howl and clap his hands to show his grief for the loss of his departed
friend. These pathetic lamentations elicited no sympathy from Redpath,
who abused him for "a lazy lubber," and ordered him "to pull and not
make such an infernal howling, worse than a wild Ingin's yell."

We made the landing at Tidy's, just before dark, and found several
hundred emigrants in the tavern, and camped round about it.

As soon as we came within hearing, our passenger commenced the loudest
howl he had yet perpetrated, which had the immediate effect of bringing
down to the landing the whole of his countrymen, who, as soon as they
learned the loss of their friend, gave us a genuine Irish howl, in
which the women took the most prominent part.

On our way up to the house, we were met by the landlord, who, with a
most woful look, informed us that our horse had strayed away from the
pasture, and that he had searched the plains in every direction, and
could hear no tidings of him, but as soon as he turned up he would send
him home. "I am sorry, sir." he added, "this misfortune has happened,
and particularly as I am unable to accommodate you and the young lady,
for my house is full of drunken Irish, as you see. Indeed, the only
chance you have of getting to Cobourg to-night is by an ox-cart, which
will start about nine o'clock this evening."

I was very angry with the landlord for his carelessness, and told him I
should look to him for payment unless my horse was forthcoming. I found
the owner of the ox-cart, and made a bargain with him to set us down at
my friend's house in Cobourg.

Our equipage was very unique of its kind, it having been constructed
for the sole purpose of carrying barrels of flour and pork. The box