The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1884-02-06
Notes from Canada, Quebec.

Shore Railway that leaves Montreal at
7 o'clock In the morning for Quebec. 1t
Is ride of 200 miles through country
fraught with much interest-the an
cient and historical region of the North
Shore. Wehad anticipated this journey
with eager interest, and prepared our
selves to be on the alert that no feature
worthy of our attention might escape
our notice. Thus we began our trip.
The train for few miles skins along
the shore of the majestic. st. Lawrence,
crossing an occasional lagoon by long
trestle, and then leaves the river some
distance to the south OF us. When you
leave Montreal and journey eastward,
you leave English Canada behind you
and plunge into country that Is
thoroughly and forever French. The
railroad officials are all French and
their command of English very limited.
The newsboy thrusts French books and
newspapers in your face. Instead of a
"smoking car" you read "Chambre
Fumer''over the door of that institution.
If you have a time card In your posses
sion you strive In vain to pronounce the
impossible names of the various stations
and take good lesson In French by
listening attentively when the brake
man calls them off. Hele are a few
copied from the time card; Beansijour !;
L'Ange Gardian; st. Gulllaumei 81.
Pie; st. Felix de Valoise; st. Jean de
Neuviere; L'Epiphanie; Pointe Aux
Trembles; Lachevrotier, &C., &c. But
the journey is all the more interesting
on account of these peculiaritles. Here
we see for the first time the "farm vii
lagos" of which we had SO often read.
Eighty miles from Montreal we arrive
at the ancient town of Trois Rivers.
We stopped of here as there are several
features OF interest TO the tourist.
Among these Is the old church built
over 20U years ago, still used as place
of worship, and Is In q good state Of
preservation. tits built ofconcrete and
plastered over with some kind Of cement
that is still intact and without a break
or crack. The spire is tall and slender
and remarkably graceful aud surmount-
| l.I h,,. a haf fnH
230 years has marked the direction of
the wind. The windows are mere loop
holes, and the door small and is fasten-
cd upon the outside by n chain and a
very large and very ancient looking
paddock. There are several other an
cient relics about the old town, but we
refrain from mentioning ,them and will
hasten on to the main subject of this
letter.
Leaving Trois Rivers, we have some
thing over one hundred miles ride and
we come In sight of quaint old Quebec,
the fossil city, perched like an eagles
nest upon lis rocky heights. The round
Martello towers that defined the ap'
proaches are passed, and you sweep
around In full view of the defiant bat
Elements that crown the walls Of the
grabbed old town-the seat Of ancient
power-wherej jealous nations contended
for the supremacy, and shook her rocky
throne with the crash Of striving armies
Here 1t was upon the plains of Abraham
before the citadel our own brave Mont
gomery fell and Arnold was doomed L
defeat. Here Wolf and Montcalm con
tending commanders of the French ant
English hosts, both fell upon the SAM
field and were buried in the same grave
From the time when Jacques Cartier
first landed upon its shores 1t has beef
the scene of strife and turmoil. NJ
city on the American continent so i'm
presses the visitor with the startling
rlgor Of its site and the strangeness Of it
general aspect.
Quebec is surrounded by wall o
hewn stone, so feet in height and 40 fee
thick. You pass into the city through
huge gate and once inside you cal
easily imagine that by some miraculou
power you are put back 200 years In tn
history of the world, and are gain
upon the scenes Of long ago. Indee
this feeling instinctively takes possession
of you, nor can you shake II off so lon
Ss you remain prisoner behind thos
T medieval walls. You gaze about yo
In bewilderment OF wonder. Neve
before have your eyes rested upon sue
a scene as this. You must not wande
} without guide or you are lost. 70
are within q labyrinthian network Q
narrow streets, lanes, arcades an
/ alleys, running at every possible angl
: to each other and none Of them con
} tinued more than q few steps In an
one direction. Towering around yo
on all sides are ancient tottering build
ings of the queerest design; molderlni