In all travel, however, people are more interesting than land, and so it was at this time.As twilight shut down upon the valley of the Kennebeckasis, we heard the strident voice of pa going on with the Grecian catechi**.Pa was unmoved by the beauties of Sussex or by the colors of the sunset, which for the moment made picturesque the scraggy evergreens on the horizon.His eyes were with his heart, and that was in Sparta.Above the roar of the car-wheels we heard his nagging inquiries.
"What did Lycurgus do then?"
Answer not audible.
"No.He made laws.Who did he make laws for?""For the Greeks."
"He made laws for the Lacedemonians.Who was another great lawgiver?""It was--it was--Pericles."
"No, it was n't.It was Solon.Who was Solon?""Solon was one of the wise men of Greece.""That's right.When did he flourish?"
When the train stops at a station the classics continue, and the studious group attracts the attention of the passengers.Pa is well pleased, but not so the young lady, who beseechingly says,"Pa, everybody can hear us.""You would n't care how much they heard, if you knew it," replies this accomplished devotee of learning.
In another lull of the car-wheels we find that pa has skipped over to Marathon; and this time it is the daughter who is asking a question.
"Pa, what is a phalanx?"
"Well, a phalanx--it's a--it's difficult to define a phalanx.It's a stretch of men in one line,--a stretch of anything in a line.When did Alexander flourish?"This domestic tyrant had this in common with the rest of us, that he was much better at asking questions than at answering them.It certainly was not our fault that we were listeners to his instructive struggles with ancient history, nor that we heard his petulant complaining to his cowed family, whom he accused of dragging him away on this summer trip.We are only grateful to him, for a more entertaining person the traveler does not often see.It was with regret that we lost sight of him at St.John.
Night has settled upon New Brunswick and upon ancient Greece before we reach the Kennebeckasis Bay, and we only see from the car windows dimly a pleasant and fertile country, and the peaceful homes of thrifty people.While we are running along the valley and coming under the shadow of the hill whereon St.John sits, with a regal outlook upon a most variegated coast and upon the rising and falling of the great tides of Fundy, we feel a twinge of conscience at the injustice the passing traveler must perforce do any land he hurries over and does not study.Here is picturesque St.John, with its couple of centuries of history and tradition, its commerce, its enterprise felt all along the coast and through the settlements of the territory to the northeast, with its no doubt charming society and solid English culture; and the summer tourist, in an idle mood regarding it for a day, says it is naught! Behold what "travels"amount to! Are they not for the most part the records of the misapprehensions of the misinformed? Let us congratulate ourselves that in this flight through the Provinces we have not attempted to do any justice to them, geologically, economically, or historically, only trying to catch some of the salient points of the panorama as it unrolled itself.Will Halifax rise up in judgment against us? We look back upon it with softened memory, and already see it again in the light of history.It stands, indeed, overlooking a gate of the ocean, in a beautiful morning light; and we can hear now the repetition of that profane phrase, used for the misdirection of wayward mortals,---"Go to Halifax!" without a shudder.
We confess to some regret that our journey is so near its end.
Perhaps it is the sentimental regret with which one always leaves the east, for we have been a thousand miles nearer Ireland than Boston is.Collecting in the mind the detached pictures given to our eyes in all these brilliant and inspiring days, we realize afresh the variety, the extent, the richness of these northeastern lands which the Gulf Stream pets and tempers.If it were not for attracting speculators, we should delight to speak of the beds of coal, the quarries of marble, the mines of gold.Look on the map and follow the shores of these peninsulas and islands, the bays, the penetrating arms of the sea, the harbors filled with islands, the protected straits and sounds.All this is favorable to the highest commercial activity and enterprise.Greece itself and its islands are not more indented and inviting.Fish swarm about the shores and in all the streams.There are, I have no doubt, great forests which we did not see from the car windows, the inhabitants of which do not show themselves to the travelers at the railway-stations.In the dining-room of a friend, who goes away every autumn into the wilds of Nova Scotia at the season when the snow falls, hang trophies--enormous branching antlers of the caribou, and heads of the mighty moose--which I am assured came from there; and I have no reason to doubt that the noble creatures who once carried these superb horns were murdered by my friend at long range.Many people have an insatiate longing to kill, once in their life, a moose, and would travel far and endure great hardships to gratify this ambition.In the present state of the world it is more difficult to do it than it is to be written down as one who loves his fellow-men.
We received everywhere in the Provinces courtesy and kindness, which were not based upon any expectation that we would invest in mines or railways, for the people are honest, kindly, and hearty by nature.
What they will become when the railways are completed that are to bind St.John to Quebec, and make Nova Scotia, Cape Breton, and Newfoundland only stepping-stones to Europe, we cannot say.Probably they will become like the rest of the world, and furnish no material for the kindly persiflage of the traveler.
