of the past. A drive through the pretty Village of Charlesbourg and 
     
     beyond, and some four miles east, may terminate at the ruins of the 
     
     Chateau Bigot, known as Beaumanoir, and also called the ‘Her- 
     
     mitage.’ It was here the tragedy in connection with the beauti— 
     
     ful maiden of French and Algonquin extraction took place; for it will 
     
     be remembered that this was the woodland bower or country house 
     
     of the infamous Intendant Bigot whose city residence was the palace 
     
     at the foot of Palais Hill. The building was originally a very exten- 
     
     sive one, with many secret passages. Until within recent years the 
     
     burial place of poor Caroline was marked with a flat stone that had 
     
     the letter ‘C’ chiselled on it. 
     
    

    
     Indian Lorette may be reached by carriage, or by a short run 
     
     on the Quebec and Lake St. John Railway. The country through 
     
     Charlesbourg is very pretty, mountainous and splendidly wooded. 
     
     There is a grand fall of water at the Indian village where the 
     
     Lorette courses along a romantic bed and dashes madly through 
     
     wild and rocky gorges. Huge masses of stone have fallen from the 
     
     cliffs, and in places small trees have gained a foothold on the 
     
     apparently bare tops of these rocks. They often assume odd 
     
     forms, and particularly so when they grow sidewise from the per- 
     
     pendicular clefts in the face of the rocky banks. The bottom of 
     
     the gorge is rugged and striking. Huge table rocks slant upwards. 
     
     and the torrents of water dashing against them rear up and pass 
     
     over or around the obstructions. The volume of water precipitated 
     
     over the fall is very great, and the whole scene as the eye follows the 
     
     river bed is most striking. It is a novel experience to stand or sit 
     
     on a ledge fronted by a huge boulder in the middle of the narrow 
     
     channel or gorge. The Lorette gaining here in depth rushes down 
     
     with great force, and as the river is deflected it rises up a seething 
     
     pillar of water, so that at only arm’s-length the curious sight may be 
     
     \'l(,‘\VC(l. Nearly everyone feels the fascination of a waterfall like 
     
     this, with its ever-changing form 
     
     and merry, boisterous song. The 
     
     romantic descent into the ravine 
     
     is something to be remembered— 
     
     nothing could be wilder or so 
     
     touched with Nature's art. just 
     
     above the Village is the Chateau 
     
     d'liau, from in front of which the 
     
     water is conveyed by conduits 
     
     to Quebec. The scenery on