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and about two o'clock arrived at our 

 journey's end. 



To those unacquainted with the stu- 

 pendous scenery of the Canadas, it is im- 

 possible to furnish an adequate description 

 of this wild and romantic spot. Do me 

 the kindness, then, gentle reader, to 

 picture to yourself a rushing, boiling 

 stream of dark water, flowing over an in- 

 clined bed of rocky substance, broken by 

 occasional obstructions, hemmed in by 

 high banks of granite, shaded by a forest 

 of pine trees, with here and there a slight 

 fall or cascade, eddies and whirlpools, 

 and you will form some slight idea of the 

 Jacques Cartier river. 



The roaring of the water is heard for 

 some time before you approach the village 

 which bears the same name as the river 

 (christened, it is said, after a Frenchman; 

 who discovered it.) It is romantically 

 situated on both sides of the high and 

 rocky banks. 



