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in the wilderness, while flashes of the most vmi lightning 

 were constantly illuminating the gloomy storm-made 

 cavern which appeared before us. Down upon his knees 

 again fell my poor Indian comrade, and while I sat by his 

 side trembling with terror, the thought actually flew into 

 my mind that I was on the point of passing the narrow 

 gateway leading to hell.' " 



" What an infernal funk the fellow must have been in," 

 said the Baron ; " when he thought he was going to hell." 



"And through a narrmv gate too," added the Com- 

 missioner ; " he must have been an obese brute or sucli 

 an imscriptural idea would never have occurred to him.'' 



"Pray be silent," said the Priest, continuing to read. 

 " ' Soon, however, the vsdnd ceased to blow, the thunder to 

 roar, and the lightning to flash ; and in less than one hour 

 after its commencement the storm had subsided, and that 

 portion of the Saguenay was glowing beneath the crimson 

 ays of the setting sun. 



" ' From what I have written, my reader may be impressed 

 with the idea that this river is incapable of yielding plea- 

 surable sensations. Sail along its shores on a pleasant day, 

 when its cliffs are parti}' hidden in shadow, and covered 

 with a gauze-like atmosphere, and they will fill your soul 

 mth images of beauty ; or if you would enjoy a still greater 

 variety, let your thoughts flow away upon the blue smoke 

 which rises from an Indian encampment hidden in a 

 dreamy-looking cove ; let your eye follow an eagle sweep- 



