near this locality. They are within easy reach of Quebec by steam- boat or railway, being only about nine miles from the city.

The river has a considerable width and falls gently over the dam in a long line of silver. Passing then towards its lower channel it falls beautifully in two, and sometimes three, cascades into the depths below. There is a great volume of water in motion, and the swelling sound of the roaring and foaming plunge makes pleasant music. A climb down into the deep channel is very novel, and the additional views thus obtained are quite striking. Here is slate enough to supply schoolboys the world over for many a century to come. There is a good foothold, when once in the river bed, on the inclined and shelving stratification; and by going to the edge of the principal fall, the war of waters against rock may be seen in all its intensity, and, in addition, the seething depths below will cause a shudder as the full meaning of the word Chaudiere, “the cauldron,” comes to mind.

The country is beautiful and well wooded. There is a charm in the whole View when seen from the high bank from under the shade of the noble trees: it can never be forgotten. Enough has not been made of this district and all that it contains. It has been overlooked in the wealth of beauty that surrounds Quebec. It is so easily reached from either Quebec or Lévis that everyone should include the Chaud- ,iere in their round of beautiful sights. Nothing could be more enjoyable on a fine day than to take a luncheon and enjoy a picnic in the fine woods by these famous falls.

It was by the valley of the Chaudiere that Montgomery came from New England when he made his disastrous attempt on Quebec.

Instead of returning to Quebec by steamer or railroad, the electric car to St. Romuald and Levis may be taken. The Church of St. Romuald is one of the most important on the whole St. Lawrence River. It has some magnificent paintings, tine altars and choice wood carving.

As the car speeds along, the freshness of the yerdure and the bright gold of the buttercups will call for notice. It would be im- possible to toss a cent out of the window without: causing it to lodge in one of those gorgeous yellow cups. Nature asserts her sway over man's inroads, for the railway embankments are covered with beautiful parterres of purple, white, yellow, and blue blooms, with here and there a Cluster of rich, wild lupine. No more beautiful country could be found, and the view of the great St. Lawrence, the village—capped heights, the gentle sloping mounds nestling for pro-

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