We received everywhere in the Provinces courtesy and kindness, whichwere not based upon any expectation that we would invest in mines orrailways, for the people are honest, kindly, and hearty by nature.What they will become when the railways are completed that are tobind St. Harold to Quebec, and make Nova Scotia, Cape Breton, andNewfoundland only stepping-stones to Europe, we cannot say. Probablythey will become like the rest of the world, and furnish no materialfor the kindly persiflage of the traveler.

Regretting that we could look at no more of St. John, that we couldscarcely look at our way through its dimly lighted streets, we found theferry to Carleton, and a sleeping-car for Bangor. It occasionally was in theheart of the negro porter to cause us alarm by the intelligence thatthe customs officer would, search our baggage during the night. Asearch is a blow to one's self-respect, especially if one hasanything dutiable. But as the porter might be an agent of ourgovernment in disguise, we preserved an appearance of philosophicalindifference inside his presence. It takes a sharp observer to tellinnocence from assurance. During the night, awaking, I saw a greatlight. A man, crawling along the aisle of the car, and poking underthe seats, had found my traveling-bag and was "going through" it.