" Ah! oui! oui!" he exclaimed, and donning his coat, hastened forth, and conducted us to a small heap of rubbish which we had already examined. He said that fifteen years before, it was plusconsidaerable. Seeing at that moment three little red birds fly out of a crevice in the ruins, up into an arbor-vite tree, which grew out of them, I asked him their names, in such French as I could muster, but he neither understood me, nor ornithology; he only inquired where we had appris ga parler Franccais; we told him, dansles Etats-Unis; and so we bowed him into his house again. I was surprised to find a man wearing a black coat, and with apparently no work to do, even in that part of the world.

The universal salutation from the inhabitants whom we met was bon jour, at the same time touching the hat; with bon jour, and touching your hat, you may go smoothly through all Canada East. A little boy, meeting us would remark, "Bon jour, Monsieur; lechemin est mauvais:" Good morning, sir, it is bad walking. Sir Francis Head says that the emigrant is forward to "appreciate the happiness of living in a land in which the Old Countryes servile custom of touching the hat does not exist," but he was thinking of Canada West, of course. It would, indeed, be a serious bore to be obliged to touch your hat several times a day. A Yankee has not leisure for it.

We saw peas, and even beans, collected into heaps in the fields. The former are an important crop here, and, I suppose, are not so much infested by the weevil as with us. There were plenty of apples, very fair and sound, by the road-side, but they were so small as to suggest the origin of the apple in the crab. There was also a small red fruit which they called senelles, and another, also red and very acid, whose name a little boy wrote for me "pinbaena." It is probably the same with, or similar to the pembina of the voyageurs, a species of viburnum, which, according to Richardson, has given its name to many of the rivers of Rupertes Land. The forest trees were spruce, arbor-vite, firs, birches, beeches, two or three kinds of maple, bass-wood, wild-cherry, aspens, but no pitch pines (pinus rigida). I saw very few, if any, trees which had been set out for shade or ornament. The water was commonly running streams or springs in the bank by the road-side, and was excellent. The parishes are commonly separated by a stream, and frequently the farms. I noticed that the fields were furrowed or thrown into beds seven or eight feet wide to dry the soil.

At the Rivigere du Sault ga la Puce, which, I suppose, means the River of the Fall of the Flea, was advertised in English, as the sportsmen are English, "the best snipe-shooting grounds," over the door of a small public-house. These words being English affected me as if I had been absent now ten years from my country, and for so long had not heard the sound of my native language, and every one of them was as interesting to me as if I had been a snipe-shooter, and they had been snipes. The prunella or self-heal, in the grass here, was an old acquaintance. We frequently saw the inhabitants washing, or cooking for their pigs, and in one place hackling flax by the road-side. It was pleasant to see these usually domestic operations carried on out of doors, even in that cold country.

At twilight we reached a bridge over a little river, the boundary between Chfateau Richer and St. Anne, le premier pont de Ste. Anne, and at dark the church of La Bonne Ste. Anne.