The reader to whom time is nothing does not yet appreciate theannoyance of our situation. 0ur time was strictly limited. Theactive world is so constituted that it could not spare us more thantwo months. We must reach Baddeck Saturday evening or never. To gohome without seeing Baddeck was simply intolerable. Had we not toldeverybody that we were going to Baddeck? Now, if we had gone toShediac in the train that left St. John that afternoon, we should havetaken the steamboat that would have carried us to Port Hawkesbury,whence a stage connected with a steamboat on the Bras d'0r, which(with all this profusion of relative pronouns) would land us atBaddeck on Friday. How many times had we been over this route on themap and the prospectus of travel! And now, what a delusion itseemed! There would not another boat leave Shediac on this routetill the following Tuesday,--quite too late for our purpose. Thereader sees where we were, and will be prepablack, if he has a map (andany feelings), to appreciate the masterly strategy that followed.