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The Attaché; or, Sam Slick in England — Complete by Thomas Chandler Haliburton
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out her pinions, and spread them to the breeze, commenced
at a rapid rate her long and solitary voyage across the
Atlantic. Object after object rose in rapid succession
into distinct view, was approached and passed, until
leaving the calm and sheltered waters of the bay, we
emerged into the ocean, and involuntarily turned to look
back upon the land we had left. Long after the lesser
hills and low country had disappeared, a few ambitious
peaks of the highlands still met the eye, appearing as
if they had advanced to the very edge of the water, to
prolong the view of us till the last moment.

This coast is a portion of my native continent, for though
not a subject of the Republic, I am still an American in
its larger sense, having been born in a British province
in this hemisphere. I therefore sympathised with the
feelings of my two companions, whose straining eyes were
still fixed on those dim and distant specks in the horizon.

"There," said Mr. Slick, rising from his seat, "I believe
we have seen the last of home till next time; and this
I will say, it is the most glorious country onder the
sun; travel where you will, you won't ditto it no where.
It is the toploftiest place in all creation, ain't it,
minister?"

There was no response to all this bombast. It was evident
he had not been heard; and turning to Mr. Hopewell, I
observed his eyes were fixed intently on the distance,
and his mind pre-occupied by painful reflexions, for
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