his Royal Highness through his brows; with well-studied pronunciation, he addressed his Royal Highness as follows:-" How do you do, Mester Prince? How does yer Papaw do ?" I have often heard this anecdote related in various parts of Canada but always as nearly as possible in the same words.

The old 'Machedash' glided down the River Detroit without accident, and cast anchor opposite to Amhertsburgh, where I left the vessel. Without any difficulty I found out the ordnance-house, occupied by my most excellent friend, Lieutenant Backwell, and his amiable wife, who had left Quebec about the same time as myself. In the society of these worthy people I passed a few days in a most agreeable way. Backwell, on the following morning, conducted me to the quarters of the commandant, Captain McLean, who invited us to dine as also Lieutenant Sinclair of the Royal Artillery-the only officer of his corps stationed at that place. The other officer present was a Captain McMillan, a jolly, fat Scotchman, with a very plump, round face, sandy hair, and rosy complexion. In the course of the evening the latter treated us to a tune on two Jews' harps,

performing on both at once, and as he asserted, playing first and second. His Jews' harps were great pets, and he kept them in a neat case made for the purpose, well supplied with cotton, to secure them from experiencing injury.

Captain McLean also was a Scotchman; he was fond of exercising his power, and had a peculiar stiffness of manner, with dashes of familiarity, making a most disagreeable mixture possible, and which, I thought uncommonly annoying. I afterwards discovered that the captain was on bad terms with Backwell and Sinclair, and had been so from the time of their arrival, and that the same had been the case betwixt McLean and Lieutenants Cooper and T. Forbes, their predecessors.

At a small party to which I had been invited I met a Mr. Sparkman, who I believe was a barrack-master; and he related the following anecdote of recent occurrence.

"Prior to this place being garrisoned by the Canadian Volunteers, Lieutenant-Colonel England, (since then General and Governor of Plymouth), and Captain Andrews, both of the 24th regiment, were quartered here. These two officers were each each of them men of

large dimensions, and very fond of good living. England having, according to his daily practice, strolled out to the river shore, where the Indians usually brought fish, &c., to exchange the same for rum, purchased the largest pickerrel he had ever seen.

"On his way home the Lieutenant-Colonel met Andrews, when after the usual salutations, Andrews observed Is there anything to be had on the water side, Colonel ?' 'A few pickerrel, but they are small, the best are all gone-you are fond of pickerrel, Andrews, I believe.' 'Oh, very fond indeed, Colonel, the finest fish in these waters no doubt,' quickly ejaculated the gastronome, No. 2. 'Yes, I fully agree with you, they are a very delicious treat; but when of the enormous size of the one I have just secured, I should think nothing could surpass the flavour.' The captain's

mouth watering at the bare recital. The commandant's servant came up that moment, and exhibited the finest pickerrel that had ever been seen by the oldest inhabitant in the place. Andrews remained in breathless suspense, waiting the Colonel's invitation to partake of this rare dainty ;—yet no, England remained silent,

quite regardless of Andrews' increasing appetite, when at length he tapped his threequarter circle, as an official announcement that something extra good was coming; then waving his hand, said: 'You may yet pick up something, all the canoes are not yet in; good morning, I shall see you at guard mounting to-morrow, and give you a full account of the delicacy of this fish.' During the last minute or two Andrews had been engaged in endeavouring to suppress the increasing moisture in his mouth, and which, by the disappointment he had just experienced, had almost ascended into his eyes. Andrews angrily watched the receding figure of the Colonel, and cautiously watching till he should be out of hearing, grumbled out: 'What a d-d brute to tantalize one so;' and hastily walked off, cutting with his stick savagely at every detached pebble on his path."

At length a vessel was prepared to carry me to Fort Erie, and in two days I arrived there. I found Lieutenant Cowen the officer commanding the vessel, which I believe was a schooner, a very good fellow, and so everybody, who had formed his acquaintance had dubbed him.

At Fort Erie, the officer commanding supplied me with a bateau manned by a party of the Canadian volunteers, and away we started down the River Niagara to be landed at Fort Chippawa, a distance of eighteen miles. The bateaux of that country were flat bottomed, thirty-six feet long, and about seven feet wide, and sharp pointed at both ends-the widest part being at one-third of the length from the bow. I had a cargo of wild animals-two bears, a deer, a blue-fox, a beaver, a raccoon, an otter and some smaller species; all in good cages and properly secured. Moreover, I had some very fine logs of curled and bird's eye maple.

With the bateaux much crowded, we pushed off, and without much labour to the rowers, we ran down with the strong current to the mouth of the Chippawa Creek. I must here describe that the two currents of the Niagara and Chippawa Creek, uniting at this place caused a long shoal of sand to extend from the upper side of Chippawa Creek, over which the water was too inconsiderable to allow a boat to pass upon it so as to enter the creek-thus rendering it necessary to follow the Niagara' to some distance across the mouth, before there