*A friend of mine, in this town, has an original portrait of this notable empiric—this man sent from heaven. The face is rather handsome, but has a keen, designing expression, and is evidently that of an American, from its complexion and features.
*Many versions have been given of this song, and it has been set to music in the States. I here give the original copy, written whilst leaning on the open door of my shanty, and watching for the return of my husband.
*The Indian name for one of the many expansions of this beautiful river.
†Alluding to the projected improvements on the Trent, of which the Otonabee is a continuation. Fifteen years have passed away since this little poem was written; but the Otonabee still rushes on its own wild strength. Some idea of the rapidity of this river may be formed from the fact that heavy rafts of timber are floated down from Herriot’s Falls, a distance of nine miles from Peterborough, in less than an hour. The shores are bold and rocky, and abound in beautiful and picturesque views.
*After a lapse of fifteen years, we have been glad to sell these lots of land, after considerable clearings had been made upon them for less than they originally cost us.
*Mud Lake, on Lake Shemong, in Indian.
*I am indebted to my husband for this sketch.
*It may appear strange in this poem that no allusions are made by Mr. M. to his mother; but he unfortunately lost her in the first early days of infancy.
*The Orkney Isles
*The tri-coloured flag assumed by the rebels.
*For the poem that heads this chapter, I am indebted to my brother, Mr. Strickland, of Douro, C.W.
*J.W.D.M.
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