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Here is an unfinished section of the Intercolonial Railway, 

 over which trains will presently run, and turning a curve 

 around an angle of a mountain spur, whisk their way up the 

 Metapedia Valley. Here are a store and. telegraph station ; 

 and here the sportsman, upon the eve of his departure for 

 the inner wilderness, may telegraph an adieu to his friends at 

 home, and fit out with canoes, guides, and provisions for his 

 voyage. The railroad follows a mail route up the Metapedia, 

 over which a wagon runs at present to St. Flavie, on the St. 

 Lawrence, whence coaches run to the present railway ter- 

 minus at Riviere du Loup, a hundred and forty miles. The 

 Metapedia is an excellent salmon stream, and heads in the 

 Metapedia Lakes sixty miles up. 



From Eraser's to the Patapedia, a distance of twenty-one 

 miles, the Restigouche runs between two lofty mountain 

 ranges, which occasionally recede from the shore. A few 

 miles up is the Upsalquitch, famous for its trout and salmon. 

 At intervals cold brooks tumble into the river, and islands 

 fill the channel where it widens. There are occasional 

 houses for the first ten miles, and a wagon road follows the 

 left bank. At the mouth of the Patapedia is a splendid sal- 

 mon pool and fine trout-fishing. Then more precipitous 

 mountains succeed. There are alternate pools and rapids, 

 more islands, and more cold brooks dashing down. In some 

 localities there are delicious white-fish similar to the Corrego- 

 nous albus, which the Indians spear in considerable quantities, 

 and a species of large lake-trout called " tuladi," which grows 

 to a weight of fifteen or twenty pounds. Twenty miles above 

 the Patapedia, and sixty miles from Eraser's, is the Quahtah- 

 wahtomkedgewick River, called Tom Kedgewick for conven- 

 ience a large tributary, sixty miles long, from the head of 

 which is a portage to the sources of the Rimouski, which 

 empties into the St. Lawrence a few miles below the Trois 

 Pistoles. Six miles from its mouth is Falls Brook, so named 

 from a pretty waterfall a quarter of a mile up stream, which 

 tumbles over splintered ledges of rock into a green pool 



