O, ye farmers of Cornwallis! ye fishermen of Scott’s Bay! Are there, indeed, other farmers and other fishermen on this terrestrial ball that can make extemporaneous spreads like yours? I doubt it. For here Bennie and his wife spread out Broiled salmon, Ham and eggs, Mealy potatoes, Cream cheese, Tea, Coffee, Cream, Apple sauce, Broiled chicken, Mince pies, Apple pies, Cold corn beef, Cold roast beef, Cold fillet of veal, Fresh bread, Hot rolls, Pickles, Cold ham, Chow-chow, Tomato ketchup, Ginger pop, Currant wine, Cranberry preserves, Plum preserves, Quince preserves, Cake, Bacon, Smoked herrings, Alewives, Finnen haddies, Salad, Buckwheat pancakes, Mushroom ketchup, Pickled oysters, Maple honey, Johnny cakes, and various other articles of a minor character. All of which the starving wayfarers attacked with ravenous appetites, while Mr. and Mrs. Bennie looked on with faces that beamed all over with inexpressible gratification. It was not until the first cravings of hunger were satisfied that Bennie ventured to speak to his guests about their wanderings. The doctor then told him all. In the full discussion that followed the whole thing was made plain, and their wanderings were all accounted for. In the first place, it was seen that Bruce’s party, in spite of their carelessness, and of their chase after Pat, had actually reached the point at which they had aimed, viz., the Scott’s Bay road, and were on their way to the place where the horses were kept, when the doctor met them and turned them back. Secondly, the doctor’s wanderings with his party now became intelligible. He had set out with the idea in his mind of avoiding that fatal tendency to swerve to the right of which Bruce had spoken. But against this he had guarded so carefully, that it had led to a swerving in the opposite direction, as he himself had already partially acknowledged. That is to say, he had steadily swerved to the left. The consequence was, that he had led his followers over a long and fatiguing journey, in a complete circle, until at last he had actually brought them into the Scott’s Bay road. But he, thinking he had gone in an exact straight line, supposed it to be the Hall’s Harbor road. As he wished to go to Cornwallis, he had, therefore, turned to the left, and gone forward under this false idea, and thus had met Bruce’s party, who were going in the proper direction. He had made them turn back with him, and had thus led them to Scott’s Bay, never imagining that he could be wrong until that awful moment when the ominous roar of the surf showed him that he must be very far away from where he supposed himself to be.