256 September 1749. 



At night we lay at a farm-houfe, near 

 a river called Petite Riviere, which falls 

 here into the river St. Lawrence. This 

 place is reckoned fixteen French miles from 

 Quebec, and ten from Trois Rivieres. The 

 tide is ftill confiderable here. Here is the 

 laft place where the hills, along the river, 

 coniift of black lime-flate j further on they 

 are compofed merely of earth. 



Fire-flies flew about the woods at 

 night, though not in great numbers ; the 

 French call them Moiiches a feu. 



The houfes in this neighbourhood are 

 all made of wood. The rooms are pretty 

 large. The inner roof refts on two, three, 

 or four, large thick fpars, according to the 

 iize of the room. The chinks are filled 

 with clay, inftead of mofs. The windows 

 are made entirely of paper. The chimney 

 is erected in the middle of the room j that 

 part of the room which is oppolite the 

 fire, is the kitchen ; that which is be- 

 hind the chimney, ferves the people to 

 fleep, and receive Grangers in. Sometimes 

 there is an iron ftove behind the chimney. 



September the 13th. Near Clwmplain, 

 which is a place about five French miles 

 from ^rois Rivieres, the fteep hills near 

 the river confift of a yellow, and fome- 

 tiines ockre-coloured fandy earth, in which 



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