ute for a distance
of nearly seventy miles, being bounded on the east by the townships of
North Easthope, Ellice, Logan, McKillop, Hullett, and the east part of
Goderich to the west, by South Easthope, Downie, Fullarton, Hibbert,
Tucker Smith, and the west part of Goderich.

This road was a mere sleigh-track through the woods, newly cut out, and
rarely exceeding twelve feet in width. At this time we saw only three
log-cabins during the whole way, these being about twenty miles apart
from each other. These three were kept by Dutch or German emigrants,
who supplied travellers with whiskey and provisions--when they had any-
-which was not always the case. Indeed, I can testify, to my sorrow, to
the uncertainty of finding a decent table provided for guests by these
foreigners; for I once had to stop at old Sebach's, the centre house,
for the night, and being tired by a long day's march through the snow,
I had calculated on making a capital supper. Not that I expected
anything better than tea, fried pork and bread and butter, to which,
hungry as I was, I should no doubt have done ample justice. Judge,
then, of my astonishment and disappointment, when mine hostess placed
before me a piece of dirty-looking Indian meal-bread, and a large cake
of beef-tallow, and, to wash down this elegant repast, a dish of crust
coffee without either milk or sugar, assuring me at the same time in
her broken English, "That she had nothing better in the house till the
return of her husband, who had gone fifty miles to the mill and store
for a supply of flour, groceries, and other fixings."

Not being a Russian, I rejected the tallow with disgust, and made but a
sorry meal of the other delicacies.

On our route, we crossed several pretty streams, the principal of which
are the Avon, then called the Little Thames, the Big Thames, and the
Black Water. The Bayfield does not cross the road, though it makes a
bend close to it, and within sight. I believe I am correct in saying,
that we did not cross a single cedar-swamp from the time we entered the
Huron tract* till we reached Goderich, a distance of sixty-seven miles.
I consider this block the finest tract of land I ever travelled over in
Canada West.

[* "This interesting portion of the Company's possessions contains a
million of acres in one block, within the compass of which a bad farm
could scarcely be found. The soil is a rich black loam, on clay or
limestone; and as it is entirely timbered w