FISHING IN AMERICAN WATERS. 



CUE START UP THE ST. JOHN. 



After breakfasting bountifully we repaired to our canoes, 

 where we found our baggage stowed appropriately, and were 

 invited to take seats on the bottom and in the centre of the 

 canoes, our four willing guides manning the bow and stern 

 of each canoe with paddles, iron-pointed setting-poles, and a 

 long rope attached to each bow for towing us up the rapids 

 along the shores, which they call " cordeliering." On the fir- 

 brush flakes, which bordered the shore and covered acres, 

 were strewn codfish to dry, whose fragrant aroma seemed to 

 threaten even the black flies. The water was enlivened by 

 thousands of sea-trout, foraging in every direction and leap- 

 ing after flies. But we bade the last signs of human abode 

 adieu, and started up the river, through deep mountain gorges 

 of rock, whose summits were sparsely covered with small fir- 

 trees. It was a pleasant morning in June, and we had not 

 gone far before our Canadian guides began to chant, without 

 regard to the time of day, their favorite river music of 



Doux. 



AVE MARIA. 



A - ve Ma- ri 



a ! Car voi- ci 1'heure sainte 

 ores. --- - - ----- 



La cloche 



tin- te, A - ve Ma- ri - a ! 

 Doux. 



Tous les petits Anges Au front radi - eux, 



Chantentvoslou-an-ges, O Reine des cieux! A - ve Ma-rr- a! Car voi- 





ci 1'heure sainte La cloche tin-te, A - ve Ma-ri - a! Tout 

 f dim. pp 



dort sous vo - tre aile L'enfant au ber - ceau, La pauvre hiron - delle Dans 



