Life in Canada.
His testimony about the country folk
hereabouts was depreciatory. He had once taken
�30 of a morning, in suits; but the people
hadn�t money enough to go to law,� he said;
which I thought a wholesome thing. Baker came
to George�s shortly after our arrival and we sat
on the door porch, drank cider qualified with whiskey
(at fifty cents the gallon) and talked till 10 or later;
adjourning in doors when it got too dank and chill
for my companions, or rather when I suggested it.
Baker showed better than on my first acquaintance
with him; was loquacious, good-intentioned, talked
anti-Irish, avowed himself an Orangeman and anti-
Papist and liberally admitted that the Americans
were a great people, after all! George speaks well
of Hart. The attorney has given him profitable
advice, without charging for it.
19. Friday. Scoring up Diary all day, from
the time of my leaving New York.
There�s a assertion that country-people are �natu-
rally malicious� (in a satirical direction) in �Don
Quixote;� in a story told, I think, by a shepherd,
about the country-girl who elopes with a braggart
soldier and is robbed and stripped by him. I am
sure that my present surroundings afford an op-
portunity for a study of character a la Balzac,
in his novels of country life. And I�m going to