Twenty-Seven Years in Canada West: The Experience of an Early Settler (Volume I)Strickland, Samuel
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Twenty-Seven Years in Canada West: The Experience of an Early Settler (Volume I)
Strickland, Samuel
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As this result was entirely unsolicited by me, and as it was generally
understood that the accountant had been sent out partly as a check on
the superintendent, to prevent extravagant expenditure, I took this as
a compliment paid by both to my abilities and integrity.
Several of the clerks had light neatly-made boats, in which we used to
make excursions up the Speed for the purpose of trout-fishing. I think,
without exception, this stream is the best for that species of fish I
ever saw. I have frequently caught a pailful of these delicious trout
in the space of two or three hours. For my own part, I found a small
garden-worm the best bait; but one of our clerks, a Mr. Hodgett, was
skilful with the fly, and consequently used to catch his fish in a more
scientific manner.
My native county, Suffolk, with the exception of that part watered by
the Waveney, is not famed for its fly-fishing: therefore I was no adept
in the gentle art, but in ground-bait angling I consider myself no
contemptible performer.
The small streams and creeks are so overarched with trees in Canada,
that it is almost impossible, except in odd spots, to make a cast with
the fly without endangering your tackle.
The speckled trout in the river Speed vary in size from four ounces to
a pound and a half, though it is seldom that one of the latter size is
captured.
Guelph I consider to be remarkably healthy, and for an inland town very
prettily situated. I think, however, that the town-plot was laid out on
too large a scale—especially the market-place, which is large enough
for a city containing fifty thousand inhabitants. I have not been there
since 1832. It has since become the assize-town for the Wellington
district, and consequently has greatly increased both in size and
population.
Although I had been several months a resident in Guelph, I had neither
seen nor heard a clergyman of the Established Church. Why are we always
the last to send labourers into the vineyard? No sooner does a small
village, composed of a mill, a black-smith’s shop, and a few houses,
spring up in the woods, than you find a Presbyterian, Methodist, or
Baptist Church—or perhaps all three—settled there immediately. No
wonder, then, that our church is losing ground when so little energy is
displayed either in building churches or sending active and zealous men
to preach the gospel.
The first person I heard preach in Guelph was a tailor, who had made a
professional visit to the city, and who had the reputation of being
considered a very eloquent man. Due notice having been given, a large
congregation assembled to hear Mr. H——, who, to do him justice, was
eloquent enough, though his sermon was all in his own praise from
beginning to end.
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