A SUNDAY CONSTITUTIONAL. 



R. C. W. Lett. 



CHAUDIERE FALLS. 



IT was a beautiful Sunday afternoon 

 in August — a charming day for a 

 walk — that is, on wheels — for what's 

 the difference ? Has any one ever 

 given you a " Glad I'm nut such a sin- 

 ner " look as you went rolling silently 

 by on your wheel? If so, perhaps you 

 have noticed the same person, the same 

 day, driving a poor horse, wet to the 

 hoofs, and all the family in the rig. 

 Which looks the more like work, the man 

 on the wheel, or the horse before the 

 wheel ? Which of the two men is the 

 worst Sabbath breaker? But to my 

 story. 



A friend called for me, and we de- 

 cided on a little spin to Chelsea. Pass- 

 ing out of the city we crossed the Ottawa 

 river at the Chaudiere Falls. Although 

 we had seen this noble cataract a thou- 

 sand times, we stopped again to enjoy 

 the picture and the cooling spray rising 

 from the ' boiling kettle/' for such is 

 the name, Chaudiere meaning caldron. 

 What a great pleasure it is, on a hot 

 day, to watch a mass of broken water ! 



Passing on, we left the bridge and 

 were in the Province of Quebec. Then 

 through the city of Hull, and out on 

 the smooth, but up-and-down hill road 

 of the Gatineau. This road leads to 

 many good lakes for fishing, and to a 

 good deer country. It traverses a 

 beautiful range of hills called the Lau- 

 rentian mountains. These form the 

 watershed between Hudson's Bay and 

 the St. Lawrence river, the highest peak 

 being about 4,000 feet. 



I remarked to Harry that I never 

 knew how long Chelsea Hill was 'till 

 I rode up it on a wheel. Really it is 

 just a mile, but is not steep. One must 

 keep a sharp look-out for the smallest 

 pebble. From the top of the mountain 

 the view is grand. The eye first rests 

 on the Gatineau river, said to be the 

 roughest in Canada. It seems a band 

 of foam. Far in the distance to our 

 right, rising from among the trees, are 

 the spires of the parliament buildings. 



Passing on, we soon reached Chelsea, 

 but not until we had run the gauntlet of 



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