The plan arranged for the commencement of my journey was this: I was to
cross the St. Lawrence to Longueil, to meet the man who was to
accompany me. The woman who had sent my message into the country, went
with me to the ferry, and crossed the river, where, according to the
appointment, we found my companion. He willingly undertook to accompany
me to the place of my destination, and at his own expense; but
declared, that he was apprehensive we should be pursued. To avoid the
priests, who he supposed would follow us, he took an indirect route,
and during about twelve days, or nearly that, which we spent on the
way, passed over a much greater distance than was necessary. It would
be needless, if it were possible, to mention all the places we visited.
We crossed Carpenter's ferry, and were at Scotch-mountain and St.
Alban's; arrived at Champlain by land, and there took the steamboat,
leaving it again at Burlington.
As we were riding towards Charlotte, my companion entertained fears,
which, to me, appeared ridiculous; but it was impossible for me to
reason him out of them, or to hasten our journey. Circumstances which
appeared to me of no moment whatever, would influence, and sometimes
would make him change his whole plan and direction. As we were one day
approaching Charlotte, for instance, on inquiring of a person on the
way, whether there were any Canadians there, and being informed there
were not a few, and that there was a Roman Catholic priest residing
there, he immediately determined to avoid the place, and turned back,
although we were then only nine miles distant from it.
During several of the first nights after leaving Montreal, he suffered
greatly from fear; and on meeting me in the morning, repeatedly said:
"Well, thank God, we are safe so far!" When we arrived at Whitehall, he
had an idea we should run a risk of meeting priests, who he thought,
were in search of us, if we went immediately on; and insisted that we
had better stay there a little time, until they should have passed. In
spite of my anxiety to proceed, we accordingly remained there about a
week; when we entered a canal-boat to proceed to Troy.
An unfortunate accident happened to me while on our way. I was in the
cabin, when a gun, which had been placed near me, was started from its
place by the motion of the boat, caused by another boat running against
it, and striking me on my left side, threw me some distance. The shock
was violent, and I thought myself injured, but hoped the effects would
soon pass off. I was afterwards taken with vomiting blood; and this
alarming symptom several times returned; but I was able to keep up.
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