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     ing shade—the sun eclipsed by the overhanging trees. On many of 
     
     the mountains so thick is the foliage that not one tree-trunk can be 
     
     seen uncovered, excepting, here and there, a white birch sapling. 
     
    

    
     The scenery of the river and valley between Assametquaghan 
     
     and Glen Emma is particularly bold and grand, and mOSt enchanting 
     
     V'lCVVS of the winding Matapedia meet the gaze at every turn of its 
     
     sinuous course. The mountains rise higher and higher, and as the train 
     
     turns in and out, far-away glimpses of the silvery stream are frequently 
     
     caught. Just below the railroad a mass of rocks has fallen from the 
     
     mountain side into the bed of the river, almost closing the way. 
     
     Leaning out of the window, as we slow up, the spray is almost at hand. 
     
    

    
     At times the stream broadens considerably, and the mountains 
     
     run to foot-hills that diminish to gentle slopes at the river’s brink. 
     
     Looking along the valley at such points, a grand panorama of mountain, 
     
     hill, dale, valley and winding stream enchants the artistic eye. There 
     
     a long line of beautiful trees is seen on an islet, once part of the main- 
     
     land. As the train goes down stream the island seems to come up 
     
     under full sail to meet it; and all around, in valley, on mound and hill, 
     
    
   
   
    
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