THE FIRST SUBMARINE CABLE 21

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As I walked on again I could hear the sound of a horse and wagon approaching along the road.

"Have a ride, Miss?”

I didn’t want a ride. I wanted to walk——but I didn’t like to refuse.

“Thanks. ”

“Grand day, isn't it?”

“ It certainly is. ”

“Giddup! What in tarnation has got into this horse? Giddup, I say!”

“How are the crops coming along?”

“Need more rain. Giddup!”

”Are there . . .?

“Giddup!”

“Are there any legends of this district?”

“Legends? Oh, a few, I guess. I don’t know any, though,” he continued hurriedly.

We drove on in silence for a while, then my com— panion melted—historically.

”Over there, ” he murmured, flicking his whip toward an old cellar, “lived Major Samuel Holland, the first Surveyor-General of Canada. ”

“He had a grand view—such a sweep of country. ”

“Yes, it was a fine old place. Whoa!”

He stopped the horse—an easy job——and we sat there trying to reconstruct the house. We decided at length that it had faced the road.

“There was an apple orchard on the east side . . The major owned the whole of Lot 28.”

“How long did he live here?”

”I don’t know. He died in Quebec. Giddup, Matilda! This is Tryon. I know what you are thinking—try on what? Well, there are no dress