Ladys Life on a Farm in Manitoba

Lady's Life on a Farm in
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A LADY'S LIFE ON A FARM IN MANITOBA.
BY MRS. CECIL HALL.

PREFACE.
These letters were never intended for publication, and were only the
details written to our family of an every-day life, and now put in the
same shape and composition; not as a literary work, but in hopes that
the various experiences we underwent may be useful to future colonists
intending to emigrate and farm, either in Manitoba or Colorado.
M. G. C. H.

A LADY'S LIFE ON A FARM IN MANITOBA.
* * * * *
Queenstown, April 14th.
What joy! four hours in harbour given us to recruit our emaciated forms
and write you a few lines of our experiences and trials. You wished us
to keep a diary with every detail, which we will try our best to do,
beginning by telling of the cheerless journey to Liverpool in rain, the
elements even seeming to lament our departure. The bad weather has
lasted more or less ever since, just one gleam of sunshine brightening
us up on leaving the wharf, but we saw nothing of the Mersey or the
surroundings. The only thing that struck us most forcibly was the
smallness of our ship, though it was 6,000 tons. It has just been

re-docked and overhauled, and still smells horribly of paint and full of
workmen, whom, however, we drop here, in exchange for 1,200
emigrants. These, with about sixty first-class passengers and a hold full
of potatoes, form our cargo. We began life bravely last night, enjoying
a very good dinner, and after playing a rubber of whist retired to our
berths congratulating ourselves on what excellent sailors we were going
to be; but alas!... Dressing this morning was too difficult, the ship
rolled fearfully, even the friends who came with us thus far, and
consider themselves first- class sailors, think that it will be more
prudent to go by train through Ireland home, instead of waiting for the
return boat of the same line which calls here on Sunday and is to take
them to Liverpool. We almost wish we could turn tail; the prospect of
ten days more of the briny ocean is not what at this moment we most
fancy. However, in the short time we have been in harbour we have
been recruiting to start afresh, and hope for better weather.
* * * * *
Mid Atlantic.
Dearest M.
I sadly fear I must have contributed more paving-stones for a certain
region; for many good resolutions did I make in starting, and not one of
them has been kept, not even so much as writing daily a portion of a
letter to be sent home from New York. And now my long story will
have to be cut short, and the doings of the last fifteen days will have to
be crowded into a very limited space; for we are in sight of land, and
our excitement can only be compared to that of school boys the last day
of the term. The joy of landing will not be unmingled with regrets in
parting from our fellow-passengers, with whom we have become fast
friends; and we are inclined mutually to believe in transmigration of
souls, and that we must have