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CHAP. VI. 



A SUNDAY AT THE SAGUENAY. 



EADER, have you ever 

 formed any idea as to the 

 manner in which fisher- 

 men in Canada pass their 

 Sundays ? 



I ask the question, be- 

 cause I know that un- 

 founded impressions on 

 this subject have been 

 made upon the minds of 

 many amiable and well- 

 disposed persons, by the " evil speaking, lying, and slander- 

 ing " of a few evil-disposed and malicious individuals. 



I ask the question without reference to the merchants' 

 clerks, the artisans, and the handicraftsmen of the cities, 

 too many of whom, I fear, 



" Air their buttons, after six days' rust," 



by the side of some swift running brook, or on the bosom 

 of some smiling loch, armed with a white ash wattle, called 



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