About noonday, we all proceeded to the harvest-field, headed by our
host and his lady, and her fair daughters. As soon as we arrived at the
scene of action, a sickle was placed in the hands of Madame Von Egmond;
and she was requested to cut and bind the first sheaf of wheat ever
harvested in the Huron tract--an honour of which any person might be
justly proud.

"Lord! thou hast blessed the people,
And made the plant of bread
To spring, where'er beneath thine eye
Fair Nature's carpet spread.
Earth's thirst drank in thy freshening rain,
Earth's bosom wooed thy sun,
Beautiful grew the golden grain,
Like prize of labour won!"

What were the red battle-fields of Napoleon, in comparison to this
bloodless victory, won over the forests of the Huron! The sight of that
first sheaf, cut by the gentle hand of woman, was one that angels
rejoiced to see; while the fruits of his conquests were such as might
well make "the seraphs weep."

Madame Von Egmond handled her sickle something better than a mere
amateur, which make us conjecture it was not the first sheaf she had
ever cut and bound. As soon as this interesting ceremony was over, we
gave three hearty cheers for the Canada Company. A horn of whiskey was
served round, in which we pledged our host and hostess, and drank
success to the settlement.