THROUGH THE PETITE RIGOLET 



He was of moderate stature, firmly framed, 

 and as active as a Wild Cat. He told that ex- 

 cepting the loss of his rum, he had never ex- 

 perienced any other cause of sorrow, and that 

 he felt as 'happy as a lord.' " 



His grandson, Leander Michaux, or Michel, 

 as it was given to me, the son of Frangois, a 

 man of seventy years, still lives there, and we 

 waved our hands to him as we sailed by. In 

 a little graveyard on the hillside Audubon's 

 friend lies buried. There is but little change in 

 the surroundings, the same work goes on, but 

 there is less animal life of all sorts than in 

 Audubon's day. 



We sailed on over an emerald ocean of such 

 clarity that we could see the bottom in several 

 fathoms' depth. Five miles ahead of us to 

 the right lay Great Mecattina Island looming 

 up dark and forbidding in the early morning 

 shadows. On our left we passed a bold, rocky 

 shore into which entered a deep bay — La Bale 

 Rouge de la Tabatifere. Why it should be 

 called a snuff-box is rather a puzzle, but, accord- 

 ing to Mgr. Boss6,^ the name should be Ta- 

 baguen, or Tapatienne, which, in Montagnais 

 * Anncdes de la Propagation de la Foi (Quebec, 1 887), p. 207. 

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