?• ransportation Going Across-t! The following letter, written by John B. Wood , was taken from the Brent Wood collection. Mr. John B. Wood , a resident of North Tryon , who with Mrs. Wood and daughter visited many relatives and places of public interest during an excursion to Boston, described the adventure in a letter to the local paper: Sir:- Being one of those who do not like to live in certain portions of the world without knowing what is transpiring in other parts, I thought I would take a trip and see my neighbors, and truly I may say I not only found them neighbors, but friends, whose hospitality I shall never forget. Mrs. Wood and our little girl accompanied us. Leaving home June 9th, 1899, we were surprised to find our own teacher and scholars all standing in a row and our carriage stopped as they sweetly sang " God be with you till we meet again", a prayer which I can truly say has been answered. After doing business, we stayed over in Summerside and Saturday had a lovely trip across the Strait, deciding to make our first call at Humphrey's Mills. This is a large woolen factory with all the modern improvements, self spinning jacks, self-feeding cards, etc. They have bought the celebrated lock factory and will put in a plant for finer cloths. We then called on our friend Mr. Andrew Linkletter , Louisville, who with his lady gave us a hearty welcome and spared no pains to show us the surrounding country and the town of . We stayed with Mr. Linkletter until Monday and on Sunday morning we went to Wesley Memorial Church a neat and handsome one, built and presented to the city by Mr. Sangster , who seeing we were strangers, met us at the door and gave us a kind welcome, as did also the pastor, Rev. Mr. Crisp . Here too, we met an old friend Rev. S.T Teed , who would have us in his pew. We spent the afternoon in Sunday School and the evening in the large Baptist Church where Rev. Mr. Baxter from Halifax preached. We made our next call at Peticodiac, where we drove twelve miles to to a place called Mount Pleasant . The name was very applicable. We then took a drive up the . This is a rapid bounding stream over gravelly bottom bed, between two mountains. The road was good and must have been a costly one, cut out of the side of the mountain 150 ft. above the stream. We then travelled up the , which took us to Mapleton. Here we could see the sugar orchards on the side of the mountains, one of which we attempted to climb but as up-hill work is always hard we soon became exhausted. Our next stop was St. John which seems to be a quiet place compared with the ship-building age when one could count large ships by the score. On the whole range now there is one small tug building. In passing through we did not forget to look at the Young Memorial , a beautiful emblem of devotion, reminding us of One who gave His life for us. We here called on our friend E.J. Nelson in 77