A Trip to Manitoba - Mary Fitzgibbon - Bog

After a long day's journey on the Grand Trunk Railway, without even the
eccentricities of fellow-passengers in our Pullman car to amuse us, we were
all glad to reach Sarnia. The monotony of the scenery through which we
passed had been unbroken, except by a prettily situated cemetery, and the
tasteful architecture of a hillside church, surrounded by trees just putting
on their spring foliage.
It was eight o'clock when we got to the wharf, and the steamer Manitoba
only waited for our arrival to cast loose her moorings and enter the dark
blue waters of Lake Huron. "Haste" will not express the excitement of the
scene. Men, rushing hither and thither in search of friends, traps, and
luggage, were goaded to fury by the calmness of the officials and their
determination not to be hurried.