[* Both the wood and the growth of this tree greatly resemble the
sycamore.]

I was much amused by a Yankee mill-wright, who had contracted to build
a large grist-mill for the Company, both in Guelph and Goderich. He
appeared enchanted with the whole day's proceedings.

"I do declare," he said, "if this don't almost put me in mind of the
4th of July. Why, you Britishers make as much fuss proclaiming your
king as we do celebrating our anniversary of Independence. Well, it
does me good to look at you. I vow if I don't feel quite loyal. Come,
let us drink the old gentleman's health agin. I guess, I feel as dry as
a sand-bank after so much hollering."

The setting sun warned us to discontinue our pastime and prepare for a
move. Before doing so, however, the squire again came forward, and
after thanking us for our attendance, loyalty, &c., he proposed "we
should give three cheers more for the King, and three for Queen
Adelaide," which were given with all the power of our lungs, not a
little aided by sundry potations imbibed by the loyal in drinking their
Majesties' healths during the day's proceeding.

Three cheers were then given for the Canada Company, three for the
Commissioners, and three for the old Doctor. Thus terminated the
proclamation of our sovereign in the Bush.

Mr. Prior had kindly issued invitations to the _elite_ to a ball and
supper at Reid's Hotel, which was well attended. The refreshments were
excellent, the supper capital; and the dancing was kept up with great