Blue Mountain, Far-Stretching River, Foaming
Cascade, The White Sails Of Ocean Ships, The Black Trunks Of Many-
Sized Guns,
The pointed roofs, the white village nestling amidst its
fields of green, the great isle in mid-channel, the many
Shades of
colour from deep blue pine-wood to yellowing corn-field - in what other
spot on the earth's broad bosom lie grouped together in a single
glance so many of these "things of beauty" which the eye loves to
feast on and to place in memory as joys for ever?" (The Great Lone
Land.)
Let us complete this mosaic of descriptions and literary gems, borrowed
from English, French and American writers, by a sparkling tableau of the
historic memories of Quebec, traced by a French Canadian litterateur,
the Honourable P. J. O. Chauveau: -
"History is everywhere - around us, beneath us; from the depths of
yonder valleys, from the top of that mountain, history rises up and
presents itself to our notice, exclaiming: 'Behold me!'
"Beneath us, among the capricious meanders of the River St. Charles,
the Cahir-Coubat of Jacques Cartier, is the very place where he first
planted the cross and held his first conference with the Seigneur
Donnacona. Here, very near to us, beneath a venerable elm tree,
which, with much regret, we saw cut down, tradition states that
Champlain first raised his tent. From the very spot on which we now
stand, Count de Frontenac returned to Admiral Phipps that proud
answer, as he said, from the mouth of his cannon, which will
always remain recorded by history.
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