¶ 1 Leave a comment on paragraph 1 2 To reach my next point of embarkation a portage was necessary. Wilmington was twelve miles distant, and I reached the railroad station of that city with my canoe packed in a bed of corn-husks, on a one-horse dray, in time to take the evening train to Flemington, on Lake Waccamaw. The polite general freight-agent, Mr. A. Pope, allowed my canoe to be transported in the passenger baggage-car, where, as it had no covering, I was obliged to steady it during the ride of thirty-two miles, to protect it from the friction caused by the motion of the train.
¶ 2 Leave a comment on paragraph 2 0 Mr. Pope quietly telegraphed to the few families at the lake, “Take care of the paper canoe;” so when my destination was reached, kind voices greeted me through the darkness and offered me the hospitalities of Mrs. Brothers’ home-like inn at the Flemington Station. After Mr. Carroll had conveyed the boat to his storehouse, we all sat down to tea as sociably as though we were old friends.