TOURING QUEBEC AND THE MARITIMES 23 where we again boarded our DeLuxe train. The Falls of , which bisect this town, attracted us less than the smiling faces of our porters, standing beside the train, which we now called home. Soon our giant locomotive had to be replaced by two ordinary engines because now we were to cross lighter bridges. Before we turned southward to cross the Gaspe peninsula, we passed dense forests and skirted rocky shores. Surely this was not the section, famous for its big shipments of potatoes, and yet the neat farm homes and massive churches bespoke a thrifty people engaged in farming, fishing and lumbering, and convinced us that it must be so.