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alike, and everything that runs on wheels was pressed into 

 the service. The clouds of the morning had by this time 

 rolled by and the heat of the mid-day sun was tem- 

 pered by a deliciously cool breeze, making a perfect day. 

 The road to the Cascades runs through the main, in fact, 

 the street of the town, and the keen eyes of the visitors 

 were quick to notice every point of interest, and they were 

 many, that passed under their view. At the first turn, the 

 Eiviere du Nord was seen running ' close alongside the 

 street, but at a depth of many yards below. At this point, 

 the broad, shallow, rapid-running stream was literally cov- 

 ered, almost choked, with logs in most admirable disorder — 

 crosse ;, re-crossed and interlaced — as if piled there by the 

 irresistible force of a terrible cyclone. At this point are 

 situated the woollen mills of Mr. Scott, whose motive power 

 is derived from the stream. The street itself is of fair 

 width, and the sidewalks are clean and in good order. 

 The buildings are more picturesque than imposing . few of 

 the houses being more than two stories in height. The 

 leafy verdure of the shade trees, with which the street is 

 liberally supplied, was as grateful to the eye as the refresh- 

 ing breeze was pleasant to the cheeks of the delighted vis- 

 itors. Passing the quaint parish church, the bells, ten in 

 number, which are ranged in a row on the street, attracted 

 much notice. These bells are destined for churches in par- 

 ishes settled along the North Eiver under the enterprising 

 guidance of the Cure Labelle. The wooden sidewalk 

 extends for about two miles outside the town proper, and 

 the road is lined with comfortable and picturesque looking 

 wooden cottages, which are mostly as bright and clean as 

 paint and the persistent use of the scrubbing-brush could 

 make them. 



The Cascades are about four miles from the railway depot, 

 and on arrival at this delightful spot the party commenced 

 to scatter, some going to inspect the paper and wood pulp 

 mills situated at the foot of the fall, some seeking out shel- 

 tered spots for a mid-day lunch, and some, with all the ardor 

 of enthusiasts, tapping at stones with the heavy geological 

 hammer or digging up strange ferns or roots, or chasing 



