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ALTHOUGH it has been said by the Wise Man, that “ of making of many books there is no end,” I little thought prior to, and even while scribbling the following pages, that I should ever be a contributor to the general stock. I can affirm, with. out the least exaggeration, that I did not entertain the most distant idea of intrud. ing them upon the public notice, until, upon my return from Quebec, I was sti. mulated to it by many of my acquaintances, who, upon hearing I had kept notes of my voyage, insisted upon seeing what they honored with the name of my Journal.
This circumstance will account for the scarcity of descriptive matter which the reader will observe in this little work. As an account of Canada was not my object, but merely a few reflections, for my own amusement, upon the various incidents that might come under my observation, I permitted the opportunity to pass, unim