Canada and America!
We encountered no difficulty at the Port of Entry in Montreal, Canada.
We were instructed how to get on the correct train to Chicago, where we changed trains for St. Paul, Minn.- to end our travels for many years ... and to start a NEW LIFE for each of us.
At the Union Station in St. Paul we were met by Father, who had borrowed a horse and a junk wagon in which to transport us and our bundles of luggage. That horse and wagon was quite a contrast to the carriage in which we [had ridden] in Liverpool, England. That carriage had wooden wheels with a raised band of solid rubber in between the steel rims and canopy top. However, in the unusual new excitement, everything was overlooked. The wagon was loaded with our much traveled and handled bundles, all in perfect condition and impregnated strongly with ocean odors, and off we went, seated in comfort on the bundles.
[original page 44] After being in trains for over thirty-six hours, all we thought of was, “Where do we go from here?” We traveled along the south end of the St. Paul business section [and] crossed the Mississippi River on the old three-arch steel Robert Street Bridge to OUR FIRST HOME IN THE U.S.A.
