SCENERY ON THE ST. JOHN RIVER. 



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son nid d'oi - seau; A - ve 



sain-te 



La cloche tin 



Vous etes la voile 



Du pauvre marin ; 

 Vous etes 1'etoile 

 Du bon pelerin ; 



Ave Maria ! 

 Car voici 1'heure sainte 

 La cloche tinte 



Ave Maria ! 

 Vous etes servants 



Des pauvre blesses ; 

 Vous etes 1'amante 

 Des coeurs delaisses. 

 Ave Maria ! <fcc. 



A - ve Ma - ri - a ! 



Votre nom si tendre 



Sur un front mortel, 

 Fait toujours descendre 

 La beaute du ciel 



Ave Maria ! 

 Car voici 1'heure sainte 

 La cloche tinte 



Ave Maria ! 

 Aussi les Maries 



En choeur gracieux, 

 A vous reunies 



Montent vers les eieux ! 

 Ave Maria 1 <fec. 



Having journeyed too far north for the robin and bobolink, 

 the stillness of the scene, whose monotony was only relieved 

 by the dashing currents of a mighty river, the leaps of sal- 

 mon and sea-trout, and the stealthy movements of the seal, 

 now hiding, and now galloping up a rapid like a race-horse, 

 at every leap throwing itself half out of water, gave us a fair 

 chance for reflection, and to wonder that people could be found 

 willing to settle in that sterile region. But, on inquiry, we 

 found that none had yet ventured, not even an Indian, which 

 furnished me with another evidence of human sagacity, for 

 even bruin's anxious family know better than to settle there 

 in great numbers. We passed a late Hudson-Bay fishing- 

 station, where remain standing their log huts and birch-bark 

 smoke-houses wherein they cured their salmon; but since 

 their charter expired several years since grace to the sal- 

 mon there is not a human soul settled above the mouth, 

 within fifty miles of it. 



On our guides rowed, poled, and " cordeliered" stopping 

 only to eat a mouthful of bread and raw onion until sun- 

 down, which found us seventeen miles on our journey. Here 



