Beauties of the StLawrence . e puff of the engine and theendless echoes, seem never to have entered. Compared to the Saguenay, under these circumstances, theDead Sea is blooming and the wildest ravines are smiling, It iswild without variety and grand in spite of itself. At two places,Ste. Marguerite, aud between Capes Trinity and Eternity, wheresmall tributaries pour into the deep, dark stream, a breach occurs in Souvenir of Canadian Scenery. 21 the walls of rocks, as if some giant hand had torn them forciblyback and left them strewn in uncouth lumps upon the valley are the only op
Beauties of the StLawrence . e puff of the engine and theendless echoes, seem never to have entered. Compared to the Saguenay, under these circumstances, theDead Sea is blooming and the wildest ravines are smiling, It iswild without variety and grand in spite of itself. At two places,Ste. Marguerite, aud between Capes Trinity and Eternity, wheresmall tributaries pour into the deep, dark stream, a breach occurs in Souvenir of Canadian Scenery. 21 the walls of rocks, as if some giant hand had torn them forciblyback and left them strewn in uncouth lumps upon the valley are the only openings in that immense adamantine barrier. But should you visit the Saguenay on a fine summer day,according as your vessel moves onward, the multiform rocks, thebays and projections, the perpendicular walls, slanting sides, over-hanging cliffs, all change with the rapidity of a kaleidoscopic is no monotony ; you feel as though a part of that mountainsgreatness, adamantine strength and rugged grandeur were imparted. TADOUSAC FROM SAGUENAY RIVER. to yourself; you feel as if you had grown suddenly into a giant,your mind expands in proportion, until the dizzy heights, the num-berless echoes, the deception of distances, the perpendicular rocks,some thinly mantled with pines and spruce, others thickly clad inbalsam and evergreens, combine to make you feel like a new beingin a new creation. The shades contrasted with the sunlight formcombinations that no painter ever imagined and no poet everdreamed. When the shadow of Cape Eternity falls upon the sur-rounding slopes, the opposite cliffs, the waters below, and when themammoth head of the bald mountain, with its circling aureola of firs,is lit with the rays of mid-day, rising from the blackness of night, andlike the last mountain of the deluge, catching the full glow of bright- 22 The Richelieu & Ontario Navigation Companys ness above, no earthly picture can equal it, and a journey of thous-ands of miles is repaid by that on
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