Margaret's summer on the Lakes was the summer
of 1843. Her first records of it date from Niagara,
and give her impressions of the wonderful scene, in
which the rapids impressed her more than the cataract
itself, whether seen from the American or from the
Canadian side.
“Slowly and thoughtfully I walked down to the bridge leading to Goat Island, and when I stood upon this frail support, and saw a quarter of a mile of tumbling, rushing rapids, and heard their everlasting roar, my emotions overpowered me. A choking sensation rose to my throat, a thrill rushed through my veins, my blood ran rippling to my fingers’ends. This was the climax of the effect which the falls produced upon me."
At Buffalo she embarked for a voyage on Lake Erie. Making a brief stop at Cleveland, the steamer passed on to the St. Clair River. The sight of an encampment of Indians on its bank gave Margaret her first feeling of what was then “ the West."
“The people in the boat were almost all New Englanders, seeking their fortunes. They had brought with them their cautious manners, their love of pole. mics. It grieved me to hear Trinity and Unity discussed in the poor, narrow, doctrinal way on these free waters. But that will soon cease. There is not time for this clash of opinions in the West, where the clash of material interests is so noisy. They will need the spirit of religion more than ever to guide them, but will find less time than before for its doctrine.
The following passage will show is the spirit which Margaret carried into these new scenes:—
“I came to the West prepared for the distaste I must experience at its mushroom growth, I know that where "Go ahead!' is the motto, the village
