Quebec and its Environs. 13 



M. Phillibert, a merchant of the city, in the days of Intendant 

 Bigot. It was, a few years ago, the chief entrance to the 

 City Post Office. Connected with it is the following curious 

 story : — M. Phillibert and the Intendant were on bad terms ; 

 but under the system then existing, the merchant knew that 

 it was in vain for him to seek redress in the Colony, and 

 determining at some future period to seek redress in France, 

 he contented himself with placing the figure of a sleeping 

 dog in front of his house, with the following lines beneath it, 

 in allusion to his situation with his powerful enemy : 



" Je suis un chien qui ronge l'os, 

 En le rongeant je prends mon repos — 

 Un jour viendra qui n'est pas renu 

 Que je mordrai qui ni'aura ruordu." 



This allegorical language, however, was too plain for Bigot 

 to misunderstand it, and, as the reward of his verse, poor 

 Phillibert received the sword of an officer of the garrison 

 through his back when descending the Lower-Town Hill. 

 The murderer was permitted to leave the Colony unmolested, 

 and was transferred to a regiment in the East Indies, but 

 was pursued thither by a son of the deceased, who, meeting 

 him in the streets of Pondicherry, avenged his father's death. 

 The environs of Quebec are highly interesting, and we 

 will take a few of the most prominent in turn. ChatcaiL- 

 Bigot, some five miles north of Quebec, an antique and 

 massive ruin, standing in solitary loneliness in the centre of 

 a clearing, at the foot of the Charlesbourg mountain, is well 

 worthy of a visit. Those who wish to go there, are strongly 

 advised to take the cart-road which leads from Charles- 

 bourg Church, turning up near the house of a man named 

 Charles Paquet. Pedestrians will prefer the other route ; 

 they can, in this case, leave their vehicle at Airs. Huot's 

 boarding-house, a little higher than the Church, and then 

 walk through the fields, skirting during the greater part of 

 the road a beautiful brook. But by all means let them take 



