LETTER III.

Departure from Quebec.--Towed by a Steam-vessel.--Fertility of the

Country.--Different Objects seen in sailing up the River.--Arrival off

Montreal.--The Rapids.

Brig _Laurel_, St. Laurence, below Montreal,

August 17, 1832

IT was after sunset, and a glorious evening, when we left Quebec, which

we did in company with a fine steam-vessel, whose decks and gallery were

crowded with passengers of all descriptions. A brave sight she was to

look upon; ploughing the bright waters which foamed and sung beneath her

paddles; while our brig, with her white sails, followed like a butterfly

in her wake. The heavens were glowing with the richest tints of rose and

saffron, which were reflected below on the bosom of the river; and then

came forth the stars, in the soft blue ether, more brilliant than ever I

saw them at home, and this, I suppose, I may attribute to the superior

purity of the atmosphere. My husband said this evening resembled the

sunsets of Italy.

Our voyage has proved a very pleasant one; the weather moderately warm,

and the air quite clear. We have within the last few days emerged from a

cold, damp atmosphere, such as we often experience in Britain in the

spring, to a delightful summer, moderated by light breezes from the

river.

The further we advance up the country the more fertile it appears. The

harvest is ripening under a more genial climate than that below Quebec.

We see fields of Indian corn in full flower: it is a stately-looking

crop, with its beautiful feathery top tinted with a rich purple hue,

below which tufts of pale green silk are waving in the breeze. When

fully ripe they tell me it is beautiful to see the golden grain bursting

from its silvery sheath; but that it is a crop liable to injury from

frost, and has many enemies, such as bears, racoons, squirrels, mice,

fowls, &c.

We saw several fields of tobacco along the banks of the river, which

looked healthy and flourishing. I believe tobacco is cultivated to some

extent in both provinces; but the Canadian tobacco is not held in such

high esteem as that of Virginia.

There is a flourishing and very pretty town situated at the junction of

the Richelieu river with the St. Laurence, formerly called Sorel, now

called Fort William Henry. The situation is excellent. There are several

churches, a military fort, with mills, and other public buildings, with

some fine stone houses. The land, however, in the immediate vicinity of

the town seems very light and sandy.

I was anxious to obtain a near view of a log-house or a shanty, and was

somewhat disappointed in the few buildings of this kind that I saw along

the banks of the river. It was not the rudeness of the material so much

as the barn-like form of the buildings of this kind, and the little

attention that was paid to the picturesque, that displeased me. In Britain

even the peasant has taste enough to plant a few roses or honeysuckles

about his door or his casement, and there is the little bit of garden

enclosed and neatly kept; but here no such attempt is made to ornament

the cottages. We saw no smiling orchard or grove to conceal the bare log

walls; and as to the little farm-houses, they are uglier still, and look

so pert and ungraceful stuck upon the bank close to the water's edge.

Further back a different style of building and cultivation appears. The

farms and frame-houses are really handsome places, and in good taste,

with clumps of trees here and there to break the monotony of the

clearing. The land is nearly one unbroken level plain, apparently

fertile and well farmed, but too flat for fine scenery. The country

between Quebec and Montreal has all the appearance of having been under

a long state of cultivation, especially on the right bank of the river.

Still there is a great portion of forest standing which it will take

years of labour to remove.

We passed some little grassy islands on which there were many herds of

cattle feeding. I was puzzling myself to know how they got there, when

the captain told me it was usual for farmers to convey their stock to

these island pastures in flat-bottomed boats, or to swim them, if the

place was fordable, and leave them to graze as long as the food

continued good. If cows are put on an island within a reasonable

distance of the farm, some person goes daily in a canoe to milk them.

While he was telling me this, a log-canoe with a boy and a stout lass

with tin pails, paddled across from the bank of the river, and proceeded

to call together their herd.

We noticed some very pleasant rural villages to the right as we

advanced, but our pilot was stupid, and could not, or would not tell

their names. It was Sunday morning, and we could just hear the quick

tinkling of the church bells, and distinguish long lines of caleches,

light waggons, with equestrians and pedestrians hastening along the

avenue of trees that led to the churchyard; besides these, were boats

and canoes crossing the river, bound to the same peaceful haven.

In a part of the St. Laurence, where the channel is rendered difficult

by shoals and sand-banks, there occur little lighthouses, looking

somewhat like miniature watermills, on wooden posts, raised above the

flat banks on which they are built. These droll little huts were

inhabited, and we noticed a merry party, in their holiday clothes,

enjoying a gossip with a party in a canoe below them. They looked clean

and smart, and cheerful enough, but I did not envy them their situation,

which I should think far from healthy.

Some miles below Montreal the appearance of the country became richer,

more civilized, and populous; while the distant line of blue mountains,

at the verge of the horizon, added an interest to the landscape. The

rich tint of ripened harvest formed a beautiful contrast with the azure

sky and waters of the St. Laurence. The scenery of the river near

Montreal is of a very different character to that below Quebec; the

latter possesses a wild and rugged aspect, and its productions are

evidently those of a colder and less happy climate. What the former

loses in grandeur and picturesque effect, it gains in fertility of soil

and warmth of temperature. In the lower division of the province you

feel that the industry of the inhabitants is forcing a churlish soil for

bread; while in the upper, the land seems willing to yield her increase

to a moderate exertion. Remember, these are merely the cursory remarks

of a passing traveller, and founded on no personal experience.

There was a feeling of anxiety and dread upon our minds that we would

hardly acknowledge to each other as we drew near to the city of the

pestilence, as if ashamed of confessing a weakness that was felt; but no

one spoke on the subject. With what unmixed delight and admiration at

any other time should we have gazed on the scene that opened upon us.

The river here expands into a fine extensive basin, diversified with

islands, on the largest of which Montreal is situated.

The lofty hill from which the town takes its name rises like a crown

above it, and forms a singular and magnificent feature in the landscape,

reminding me of some of the detached hills in the vicinity of Inverness.

Opposite to the Quebec suburbs, just in front of the rapids, is situated

the island of St. Helens, a spot of infinite loveliness. The centre of

it is occupied by a grove of lofty trees, while the banks, sloping down

to the water, seem of the most verdant turf. The scene was heightened by

the appearance of the troops which garrison the island.

The shores of the river, studded with richly cultivated farms; the

village of La Prairie, with the little island of St. Anne's in the

distance; the glittering steeples and roofs of the city, with its

gardens and villas,--looked lovely by the softened glow of a Canadian

summer sunset.

The church bells ringing for evening prayer, with the hum of voices from

the shore, mingled not inharmoniously with the rush of the rapids.

These rapids are caused by a descent in the bed of the river. In some

places this declination is gradual, in others sudden and abrupt. Where

the current is broken by masses of limestone or granite rock, as at the

Cascades, the Cedars, and the Long Sault, it creates whirlpools and

cataracts. But the rapids below Montreal are not of this magnificent

character, being made perceptible only by the unusual swiftness of the

water, and its surface being disturbed by foam, and waving lines and

dimples. In short, I was disappointed in my expectation of seeing

something very grand; and was half angry at these pretty behaved quiet

rapids, to the foot of which we were towed in good style by our faithful

consort the _British America_.

As the captain is uncertain how long he may be detained at Montreal, I

shall send this letter without further delay, and write again as soon as

possible.

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