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1895
of the night, but got up about 5:30, so as to dress and eate our picnic breakfast before landing. The custom house man "inspected" our baggage and we gazed on the environs of Port Hope & saw the first of the queer, slow Canadian people. Drove over to the station in a sort of carry all - and got the back seat in a little 2 cent train for Peterboro'. Mary opened the mysterious box of Huyler's bonbons which "someone" had sent her - & I Kodaked the track curves and "Garden Hill" station, and later a most startling creation of a hat on a child at Peterboro'. At Millbrook a picnic party got on - the queerest lot of people I ever saw together. Mary simply couldn't get over the way they did their hair. We changed at Peterboro' - where we got some of the worst coffee I ever drank & laughed at a little man sitting on a camp stool on the back of the train - ringing a bell. They have to back 'way down to a junction, to go to Lakefield, because a bridge was burned somewhere, years ago, and never rebuilt. At Lakefield we were being looked for and greeted by Mr. Brown, the boat builder, & Capt. Reynolds, who was very nice. We got on the Golden City in the

1895
of the night, but got up about 5:30, so as to dress and eate our picnic breakfast before landing. The custom house man "inspected" our baggage and we gazed on the environs of Port Hope & saw the first of the queer, slow Canadian people. Drove over to the station in a sort of carry all - and got the back seat in a little 2 cent train for Peterboro'. Mary opened the mysterious box of Huyler's bonbons which "someone" had sent her - & I Kodaked the track curves and "Garden Hill" station, and later a most startling creation of a hat on a child at Peterboro'. At Millbrook a picnic party got on - the queerest lot of people I ever saw together. Mary simply couldn't get over the way they did their hair. We changed at Peterboro' - where we got some of the worst coffee I ever drank & laughed at a little man sitting on a camp stool on the back of the train - ringing a bell. They have to back 'way down to a junction, to go to Lakefield, because a bridge was burned somewhere, years ago, and never rebuilt. At Lakefield we were being looked for and greeted by Mr. Brown, the boat builder, & Capt. Reynolds, who was very nice. We got on the Golden City in the

1895
of the night, but got up about 5:30, so as to dress and eate our picnic breakfast before landing. The custom house man "inspected" our baggage and we gazed on the environs of Port Hope & saw the first of the queer, slow Canadian people. Drove over to the station in a sort of carry all - and got the back seat in a little 2 cent train for Peterboro'. Mary opened the mysterious box of Huyler's bonbons which "someone" had sent her - & I Kodaked the track curves and "Garden Hill" station, and later a most startling creation of a hat on a child at Peterboro'. At Millbrook a picnic party got on - the queerest lot of people I ever saw together. Mary simply couldn't get over the way they did their hair. We changed at Peterboro' - where we got some of the worst coffee I ever drank & laughed at a little man sitting on a camp stool on the back of the train - ringing a bell. They have to back 'way down to a junction, to go to Lakefield, because a bridge was burned somewhere, years ago, and never rebuilt. At Lakefield we were being looked for and greeted by Mr. Brown, the boat builder, & Capt. Reynolds, who was very nice. We got on the Golden City in the
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