On reaching the street we quickly proceeded across to the Erie Street Station, where we caught the evening train for Suspension Bridge.

This train also was pretty well tilled with Fenians, but we were not bothered by any of them on the way.

Soon after we crossed the Niagara River and were on Canadian soil.

To express our gratification and pleasure to be once more at home in our native land, cannot be fully expressed in words, so I will leave the feeling to be imagined by the reader.
That night at 9 o'clock my brother and myself reported to Capt.

Thomas Oswald in the Drill Shed at St.Catharines.The old St.Catharines Battery of Garrison Artillery was on parade, and when we made our appearance we received such a hearty reception and ovation that the ringing cheers of my old comrades and their spontaneous greetings still haunt my memory.