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deur is derived less from cliffs, chasms, and peaks, than from 

 far-reaching sweeps of outline, and continually rising domes 

 that mingle with the clouds. On the Gaspe side precipitous 

 cliffs of brick-red sandstoiie flank the shore, so lofty that 

 they seem to cast their gloomy shadows half way across the 

 Bay, and yawning with rifts and gullies, through which fret- 

 ful torrents tumble into the sea. Behind them the moun- 

 tains rise and fall in long undulations of ultra-marine, and, 

 towering above them all, is the famous peak of Tracadigash 

 flashing in the sunlight hke a pale blue amethyst. On the 

 New Brunswick side the snowy cottages of Dalhousie climb 

 a hill that rises in three successive ridges, backed by a range 

 of fantastic knobs and wooded hills that roll off to the limit 

 of vision. Passing up the river, now placid and without a 

 ripple, two wooded islands seem floating upon its surface. 

 On the Gaspe side are successive points of lands, once 

 guarded by French batteries, but now overgrown with trees ; 

 and opposite is '•' Athol House," for eighty years the residence 

 of the Ferguson family, and the most pretentious mansion 

 in this section. Sixteen miles up is Campbelltown, at the 

 head of navigation, with the round knob of "Sugar Loaf" 

 Mountain just in its rear. Opposite, and reached by a ferry, 

 is the Micraac Mission Station, with its Uttle chapel and two 

 hundred huts; and eight miles further the old Metis or 

 Kempt Eoad, which crosses the Gaspe Mountains to the St. 

 Lawrence, one hundred miles over. Still passing up stream 

 the scenery becomes yet more picturesque. The river is filled 

 with wooded and grassy islands, upon which herds of cattle 

 feed ; and where the river occasionally runs over a rapid, or 

 eddies around a point, a salmon may be taken with a fly. 

 In the foreground the mountains impinge closely upon the 

 stream, and between two high knobs the Matapedia rushes 

 down and joins the Eestigouche. Just here, at the junction 

 of the two rivers, is the aristocratic mansion of Daniel Fi-aser, 

 Esq., the lord of a regal realm of a thousand acres, who 

 always extends a welcome hand and hearth to anglers. 



