. Memories of my life : being my personal, professional, and social recollections as woman and artist. imber fastened together and forming enormousrafts which floated down the river alone to be stopped on theway by the owner for whom they were destined. The timber ismarked and no one else thinks of taking it. I am told that thewood is not conveyed in this way now and it is a pity. The carriage took us along through streets and squares inthe midst of railways, under the enervating vibration of theelectric wires which ran like furrows across the sky. Wecrossed a bridge which shook under the ligh
. Memories of my life : being my personal, professional, and social recollections as woman and artist. imber fastened together and forming enormousrafts which floated down the river alone to be stopped on theway by the owner for whom they were destined. The timber ismarked and no one else thinks of taking it. I am told that thewood is not conveyed in this way now and it is a pity. The carriage took us along through streets and squares inthe midst of railways, under the enervating vibration of theelectric wires which ran like furrows across the sky. Wecrossed a bridge which shook under the light weight of tliebuggy. It was a suspension bridge. Finally, we drew up atmy friends home. He introduced his brother to me, a charm-ing man but very cold and correct, and so quiet that I wasastonished. My poor brother is deaf, said my companion, after Ihad been exerting nwself for five minutes to talk to him in mygentlest voice. I looked at this poor millionaire who was liningin the most extraordinary noise and who could not even hearthe faintest echo of the outrageous uproar. He could not hear 436. FROM THE GULF TO CANADA AGAIN anything at all, and I wondered whether he was to be enviedor pitied. I was then taken to visit his incandescent ovens andhis vats in a state of ebullition. I went into a room Avhere somesteel disks were cooling, which looked like so many setting heat from them seemed to scorch my lungs, and I felt asthough my hair would take fire. We then went down a long,narrow street through which small trains were running to andfro. Some of those trains were laden with incandescent metalswhich irised the air as they passed. We walked in single filealong the narrow passage reserved for foot passengers betweenthe rails. I did not feel at all safe and my heart began tobeat fast. Blown each way by the wind from the two trainscoming in opposite directions and passing each other, I drew myskirts closely round me so that they should not be on my high
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