North America

THE RAILROAD SPIKE

A five o'clock call, though quite in accordance with orders, was received with some resentment and responded to reluctantly, the Professor remarking that it seemed but fair to give the slow-going sun a reasonable start as against the automobile.

"GEE WHIZ!!"

From Painesville three roads led east, - the North Ridge, Middle Ridge, and South Ridge. We followed the middle road, which is said to be by far the best; it certainly is as good a gravel road as one could ask. Some miles out a turn is made to the South Ridge for Ashtabula.

THE MIDWAY

Housing the machine in a convenient and well-appointed stable for automobiles, we were reminded of the fact that we had arrived in Buffalo at no ordinary time, by a charge of three dollars per night for storage, with everything else extra. But was it not the Exposition we had come to see? and are not Expositions proverbially expensive - to promoters and stockholders as well as visitors?

BEWARE OF THE COUNTRY MECHANIC

The five hundred and sixty-odd miles to Buffalo had been covered with no trouble that delayed us for more than an hour, but our troubles were about to begin.

The Professor had still a few days to waste frivolously, so he said he would ride a little farther, possibly as far as Albany. However, it was not our intention to hurry, but rather take it easily, stopping by the way, as the mood - or our friends - seized us.

THE OLD STONE BLACKSMITH SHOP AT STAFFORD

It was Wednesday, August 22, that we left Buffalo. In some stray notes made by my companion, I find this enthusiastic description of the start.

"Toof! toof! on it comes like a gigantic bird, its red breast throbbing, its black wings quivering; it swerves to the right, to the left, and with a quick sweep circles about and stands panting at the curb impatient to be off.

IN THE MUD

The afternoon was drawing to a close, the rain had partially subsided, but the trees were heavy with water, and the streets ran rivulets.

Prudence would seem to dictate remaining in Le Roy over-night, but, so far as roads are concerned, it is always better to start out in, or immediately after, a rain than to wait until the water has soaked in and made the mud deep. A heavy rain washes the surface off the roads; it is better not to give it time to penetrate; we therefore determined to start at once.

IN THE VALLEY

On looking over the machine the next morning, Tuesday, the 27th, the large cap-screws holding the bearings of the main-shaft were found slightly loose. The wrench with the machine was altogether too light to turn these screws up as tight as they should be; it was therefore necessary to have a wrench made from tool steel; that required about half an hour, but it was time well spent.

The road from Oneida to Utica is very good; rolling but no steep grades; some sand, but not deep; some clay, but not rough; for the most part gravel.

The Grand Trunk Railway - Sarnia - "Confusion worse confounded" - A Churlish Hostess - Fellow-Passengers on the Manitoba - "Off at last!" - Musical Honours - Sunrise on Lake Huron - A Scramble for Breakfast - An Impromptu Dance - The General Foe.

Indian Loyalty - A Nap on Falcon Lake - A False Alarm - The Power of Whisky - Magnificent Water Stretches - A Striking Contrast - Picnic Lake - How we crossed Hawk Lake - Long Pine Lake - Bachelors' Quarters at Ingolf - We dress for Dinner - Our Last Portage - A Rash Choice - Grasp your Nettle - Mr. F - - 's Gallantry - Cross Lake - Denmark's Ranche - A Tramp through the Mire.

Saulte Ste. Marie - Indian Embroidery - Lake Superior - Preaching, Singing, and Card-playing - Silver Islet - Thunder Bay - The Dog River - Flowers at Fort William - "Forty Miles of Ice" - Icebergs and Warm Breezes - Duluth - Hotel Belles - Bump of Destructiveness in Porters.