. Folks next door; the log book of a rambler. h it out-l»ours, the black ravines that feed it, the huge jn-ecipicesthat overshadow it, the thousands of ])eerless islands thathegem its path, the fall over which it plunges, and thevast seas in which it rises, and it is, without doubt, uniqueand unequaled among the rivers of the planet. It is theopen highway to the heart o( the continent; it drains anem)tirt of L>()(i.()(iO s(|uare miles, and the great seas inwhieh it has its souiee are said to contain one-half of allthe fresh water on the surface of the globe. I approve ofthe St. Lawrence; it
. Folks next door; the log book of a rambler. h it out-l»ours, the black ravines that feed it, the huge jn-ecipicesthat overshadow it, the thousands of ])eerless islands thathegem its path, the fall over which it plunges, and thevast seas in which it rises, and it is, without doubt, uniqueand unequaled among the rivers of the planet. It is theopen highway to the heart o( the continent; it drains anem)tirt of L>()(i.()(iO s(|uare miles, and the great seas inwhieh it has its souiee are said to contain one-half of allthe fresh water on the surface of the globe. I approve ofthe St. Lawrence; it is an immense success. It is exactly<uch a river as ought^to have been produced, just to showwhat can be done in riparian articles of that sort. Andnow I will go up on the deck of the Miramichi and take aconstitutional in the bracing air, by walking thirty timesaround, observing, meanwhile, the blue far-off shores andthe fishermen near at hand, who have drifted out from theirquiet coves to (juarry in the silver mines of this inland AM) .MONTIMOAL. 75 QUKRKc Axn :\ro\T]nv\L. IT llli: SACiUKXAY.—A TI!I::M KXDOUS CHASM.—CURIOUS OLD t^lKlJEC. A CITY OF TIIH MIDDLE AGES. SURROUNDINGS OF Tin: ST. liElMS HELL. FISH AGAIN. \\i: spiiit ono (lay ii}) the eai^ydii of tlie Saguenay, thatnaked and untamed allluont of the St. Lawrence. Itcourses southward down through Labrador, and is worthvisiting as a gloomy gorge. It is not lii-ce a river; it islike a Norwegian fiord walled in hy volcanic rock, intowhich the sun shoots its cold rays slantwise, and scarcelytouches water. There is hardly any life anywhere—fewhuts in the base of the black clitfs, no Indian peei)ing out(if the co))se, no fishing boat on the sorrow-haunted water,no bird in the abyss; and there is no beauty, either, exceptthe sublime beauty of overhanging peak. There are noteven those magical illusions of atmos})here that are sutfi-cient to soften and irradiate if not to transform any wildl
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