I felt attracted
toward him at once. I stood still watching his movements, as with some
difficulty he made his way through the crowd, and soon his quick eye
rested upon me; approaching and laying his hand on my shoulder, he said
"Is your name Walter Harland, my boy? My name is Mr. Baynard, and I
drove round by the depot to meet a boy I was expecting to arrive on this
train." "My name is Walter Harland," I replied, "and I am the boy of whom
Dr. Gray wrote to you." He shook hands with me, speaking a few kind and
encouraging words at the same time. After giving orders concerning my
trunk, he told me to follow him, and we soon reached his carriage, and
telling me to jump in he drove to a beautiful residence, sufficiently
distant from the business centre of the city to render it pleasant and
agreeable. Mr. Baynard's family consisted of his wife, two daughters
and one little boy. They all treated me with much kindness, and seemed
anxious that I should feel at home with them. I arrived at Montreal on
Thursday, and Mr.
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