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A TRIP TO THE OLD COUNTRY

BY A YOUNG CANADIAN.

1880.

ION my native town of \Voodstock, Ontario, there were a
a great many old country people who were very fond of

talking of their native land, this gave me the desire to
CO travel and see the wonders abroad. So leaving home
one day and arriving in New York in time to go on board
the steamer “ Brittanic ” of the NVhite Star Line, amid
cheers and tears we started on our voyage across the great
Atlantic.

At first the passengers were all on deck enjoying the
sights along the river, but as we got fairly out to sea, the
motion of the boat did not agree with most of us. I will not
give my experience of sea sickness, but in two days I felt
like an old sailor and enjoyed very much my first trip on
the ocean, the weather being all that could be desired.

On the ninth day we heard the call of “ Land ahead ”
and soon we saw the green banks of old Ireland. The
pilot brought us into Queenstown Harbor and after land-
mg a few passengers and the mail, we viewed the natives
and continued our way to