24 SALMON FISHING IN CANADA. 



have a calesh in waiting for me in the morning, arrived at 

 Quebec at five o'clock A. M., started immediately, break- 

 fasted gloriously at Billy Button's, nine miles from the city, 

 and before one o'clock have had my first fish killed. 



For the following description of this very beautiful 

 stream and the fishing in it, I am mainly indebted to Staff 

 Surgeon Henry, who, in a most interesting volume called 

 (s Trifles from my Portfolio," has told some of his ex- 

 periences with the pen of a scholar, a gentleman, and a 

 sportsman. 



There are three roads from Quebec to the Jacques 

 Cartier that along the shore of the St. Lawrence is one of 

 the finest drives in the province for picturesque and 

 panoramic prospects, but that by St. Foy is usually pre- 

 ferred as the least hilly, and the shortest, the views from 

 it also are particularly beautiful. The Jacques Cartier 

 takes its name from Jacques Cartier, the intrepid and 

 persevering French navigator, who once wintered at its 

 mouth. It is as large as the Thames above the tide, but 

 of a very different character. It takes its rise several 

 hundred miles north-east of Quebec, running for a long 

 way through mountain defiles, impeded by chaotic rocks, 

 whose primitive hardness almost defies its power. At 

 length, escaping from the mountains, it subsides into a 

 tranquil stream, until it approaches to Dery's Bridge, where 

 it becomes extremely rapid, and has scooped out for itself 

 a wide, deep, and most singular bed in the limestone, 



