Frontier and pioneer life -- Québec (Province) -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Short stories
March 8.--Uncle came to see me this morning. What he tells me raises
doubts of the good faith of the landlord. The agent was round yesterday
with an attorney who got them to put their mark to a paper. A ship is
promised beginning of April.
10.--Walked to town to see the agent. He was not for showing the paper
at first. It was a release of all claims on the landlord and a promise
to give him peaceable possession on the 1st April. The remission of
what is due for rent and the free passage are specified as the quid
pro quo of the landlord, but not a word about the ten shillings a head
to be paid at Quebec or the 100 acres per family from the Canadian
government. Nothing can now be done; the poor people are at Lord
Palmerston’s mercy.
April 9.--We were married Monday morning, and spent three happy days
with Aileen’s cousin in Limerick. Arrived here in Dublin today. The
ship is advertised to sail tomorrow. Took out our tickets for second
cabin and drive tomorrow morning to where the ship is lying.
10.--When the car drove alongside the ship, instead of finding her
ready for sea she was a scene of confusion, carpenters at work on her
hull and riggers perched in her cordage. There is a mountain of freight
to go on board, which she is not ready to receive. It was a shame to
advertise her to sail today when she cannot leave for several days. Our
second cabin proves to be a cubby-hole in the house on deck. We might
as well have gone in the steerage and saved £5. It was late in the day
when uncle and his neighbors arrived; they formed a large party, and
were footsore with their long tramp. The captain refused to allow them
to go on board and they will have to spend the night on the quay. The
weather fortunately is dry.
11.--I spoke to the captain on behalf of the emigrants. I showed him
they had come on the day advertised and had a right to maintenance.
He curtly told me to go and see the ship’s broker, who has his office
far up in the city. I waited over an hour in an outer room to get an
interview with the government emigration inspector. I implored him to
put in force the law on behalf of the poor people shivering on the
quay. He haughtily ordered me out of his office; saying he knew his
duty and would not be dictated to by a hedge schoolmaster. Came away
indignant and sore at heart. Looking over the emigrants I can see why
Lord Palmerston confined his offer to those in arrears for rent and
who had small holdings. Such persons must needs be widows or old men
without proper help. His lordship has shrewdly got rid of those likely
to be an incumbrance on his estates. The company is made up largely of
women and children, with a few old or weakly men. The number of widows
is surprising.
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