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Portrait of Susanna Moodie Susanna Moodie Roughing it in the Bush — Chapter XIV: A Journey to the Woods

I think that 'ere sleigh may be called Beauty's egg-basket!"
We made ourselves very merry at the poor people's expense, and Mr. D—, with his odd stories and Yankeefied expressions, amused the tedium of our progress through the great swamp, which in summer presents for several miles one uniform bridge of rough and unequal logs, all laid loosely across huge sleepers, so that they jump up and down, when pressed by the wheels, like the keys of a piano.
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Portrait of Susanna Moodie Susanna Moodie Roughing it in the Bush — Chapter XIV: A Journey to the Woods

Moodie, we had followed your advice, and staid at Peterborough. How fares it with you, Mrs. Moodie, and the young ones? It is growing very cold."
We were now in the heart of a dark cedar-swamp, and my mind was haunted with visions of wolves and bears; but beyond the long, wild howl of a solitary wolf, no other sound awoke the sepulchral silence of that dismal-looking wood.
"What a gloomy spot!" said I to my husband. "In the old country, superstition would people it with ghosts."
"Ghosts! There are no ghosts in Canada!" said Mr. D—. "The country is too new for ghosts.
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Portrait of Susanna Moodie Susanna Moodie Roughing it in the Bush — Chapter XIV: A Journey to the Woods

Moodie, ladies and gentlemen have no business in the woods. Eddication spoils man or woman for that location. So, widow (turning to our hostess) , you are not tired of living alone yet?"
"No, sir; I have no wish for a second husband. I had enough of the first. I like to have my own way—to lie down mistress, and get up master."
"You don't like to be put out of your old way," returned he, with a mischievous glance.
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