[En route to Montreal—Friday, 28 June 1867]
Friday. Left in perfect shadow & sunshine in the early morning—and such a day was hardly ever seen before and enjoyed by two travellers. It was ten o’clock when we arrived at Rouse’s Point to take the cars. The sunset had scarcely faded and the stars were standing at their posts. One of those days as Mr E.E. Hale said “not ony beautiful but convenient having shades in the sky for the sunny side of the cars.”
Fortunately however there were no cars for us until night then they brought us opportunely to Montreal about midnight. But the long day of sunshine on Lake George, at Ticonderoga & up Lake Champlain was one of varying and unmixed loveliness. Such a day is no common experience and the places all have their distinctive beauties. I am continually struck with the fact that so many people travel & so many wonder at the scenery and as yet there is so poor a growth of love for these particular spots by the people who have settled there—perhaps it is because they are rather settlers and pioneers than lovers, they see work to be done whichever way they turn instead of the repose with which God has filled these wilds (for they are still wilds in spite of roads and settlements).
We met two queer characters on the boats—a Miss Gilpin & Mr Disturnell of which more anon.
