This condition is similar in our
own government-conspiracy and treason. I visited this club, strange that
I should get in, God opened the way. It was fitted up like other drinking
clubs, where men congregate together to act in a manner and talk of subjects
they would be ashamed for their wives to see and hear. The back
room was stacked with empties and imported liquors of different brands.
I went up into the parlor about nine o'clock in the morning, where I met
one of these beer-swelled outlaws, I asked him, "Will you object to
answering some questions about this place." His pompous and indignant
reply was, "No, I will do nothing of the kind." I said, "I will tell you
some things about it. You are a set of traitors, you pose as being the
elite, but you are criminals, shame on such villainy." He held his paper
up before his face. I had the satisfaction of telling him the truth in plain
language, such men are well dressed, gold fobbed, diamond studded rummies that
are more hateful than those behind the prison bars, their bodies
a reeking mass of corruption.
Prince Edward's Island is a large farm, one hundred miles long, by
forty broad. Can only be reached by boat. A very high grade of cheese,
milk, butter, oats and turnips are raised there. Instead of weather-boarding
the houses they have the sides shingled. They have the nicest, small,
fat horses, fine travelers.
On this, my second visit to Canada, the people did not receive me as
cordially as before, owing to a report that I had been in a museum in
Chicago on exhibition.
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