174: THE SAGUENAY. 



years ago, during the winter, it gave way, and the monstrous 

 figure came crashing down through the ice of the Saguenay, 

 and left bare to view the entrance to the cavern it had 

 guarded perhaps for ages. Beyond this again, is the Tableau 

 Bock, a sheet of dark-colored limestone, some 600 feet high 

 by 300 wide, as straight and almost as smooth as a mirror ! " 



The steamers "Magnet" and "Union" leave Quebec 

 four times a week, touching at thq. summer resorts of 

 Murray Bay and Cacouna, and are timed to ascend and de- 

 cend the Saguenay by daylight. At the entrance of the 

 river are the little villages of Tadousac and L'Anse a L'Eau. 

 The latter is a steamboat landing. Tadousac is most roman- 

 tically situated among the hills, with a little trout brook tum- 

 bling through a ravine on the outskirts. Eecently a large 

 and fashionable hotel has been erected by some Montreal 

 gentlemen, and is well filled during the two hottest months 

 of summer. It stands on the site of the old Hudson's Bay 

 Company's Station, which occupied here for one hundred and 

 fifty years. Upon a gently sloping lawn between its piazza 

 and the bay, the old buildings still stand, with the veritable 

 flag-staff and iron four-pounder guns which did duty under 

 the old regime. Here also is the ancient chapel of Father 

 Marquette, said to be one of the oldest in Canada, with its 

 quaint architecture, and its curious paintings, and interior 

 appointments. Upon the crest of a precipitous alluvial 

 terrace near at hand are the modern summer residences of 

 several gentlemen of Canada and the United States, of whom 

 Eobert H. Powell, Esq., of Philadelphia, was the pioneer. 

 All along shore, near Tadousac, sea-trout are caught in great 

 abundance. 



Fifteen miles up the Saguenay is the River Ste. Mar- 

 guerite with its two branches, leased by David Price, of 

 Quebec, and Mr. Powell. Some distance above, is the Little 

 Saguenay, and at a distance of twenty-seven miles the St. 

 John flows into a bay, two miles long by three wide, enclosed 

 by mountains. At both these rivers are lumber-mills and 



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