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. ”
