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which cluster about sandy beaches
Is broken at many points by bays
and inlets which provide sailing
bathing and other sports. 1t Is q
province of unspoiled freshness and
natural attractions. The interior is
q network of large rivers and lakes
SO that the canoeist, fisherman and
hunter will find no difficulty IN hav-
ing just the kind of holiday they
Eiost enjoy. st. John is the larg-
est city IN the province. From the
activity which the visitor sees on
every hand, it is quite evident that
shipping is the important industry
in this part of the country. The
city is situated at the mouth of the
st. John River. where it flows
into the Bay of Fundy. At this
point are the unique reversing falls
where twice day the normal flow
of the river makes a right-about
face.
The st. John River itself, rising
Tar north in an area of forests which
lies between the State of Maine and
the Province of Quebec, flows for
several hundred miles, passing Ed
mundston, woodstock, Fredericton,
the capital city, and a number of
interesting towns. The river makes
an enjoyable canoe trip, one which
Is particularly fascinating to the
indolent canoeist, as there is but one
portage to make in the 200 miles
which lie between Grand Falls and
St. John. There are great many
other canoe trips in the province,
some strenuous. others fairly easy
the Tobique, Nipisiguit, Miramichi
being delightful waters for padding
and also we'll known to anglers.
Whether one stays at Saint
Andrews-by- -the-Sea or at one of
the resorts on the Bale des Chaleurs,
they are sure to enjoy holidays spent
in New Brunswick.
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When one thinks of the Province
Of Quebec as holiday land, he is
faced with difficulties in making a
choice of any one spot; there are
oo iiioilys dIlu oil SO IllSC.
Jutting into the pounding surf at
the mouth of the mighty st. Law
renee is the Gaspe, giant peninsula.
"Gaspe" the Micmac Indians call
1t: The end" it truly is. End of La
Nouvelle France; end of the Ap-
palachian Mountains that stride all
the way from Mexico; end of almost
everything We know as North Amer
lea. 1t is a stupendous tumble of
massive rock and sandy shore. toss
ing ocean spray and placid pool, sky
flung tableland and fertile valley.
Most vacationists make the trip
clockwise. Running through the
farm and resort section below Que
bee, they enter the Gaspe proper
at Ste. Flavie, about 200 miles east
OF the ancient capital and reach the
highlands. The Gaspe boulevard
Is eternally between the Shick-
shocks, as the Appalachians are
known to Gaspesians, and the
ocean; sometimes down in the sea
Itself beneath immense headlands
like Gros Morne; sometimes atop
dizzy capes that gaze on gentle in
lets, tumbllng streams. pretty viii
lagos; sometimes shooting down or
climbing steeply. Blue mountains
4500 feet up, pine-clad slopes and
ridges, easier slopes and f1atlands-
such is the ever-changing panorama
of the Gaspe.
In the magnificent sweep around
the peninsula, the visitor runs
through fishing settlements, rocking
fleets, cod drying in beating sun,
spinning wheels on front porches,
farmers behind oxen, putting lum-
Der mills, at one point the shaft of
q wood pulp mill, at another the rigs
of oil drillers.
Signboards tell you of st. Joachim
de Tourelle, Marsoui, Grande VAL
lee, Cloridorme, Ruisseau Castor.
There is Gaspe itself, where
Jacques Cartier in 1884 took possess
sion in the name of Christ and the
King of France. At Perce is the
holed rock of breath-taking beauty
and lie Bonaventure, sanctuary for
gulls, gannets and cormorants.
At Bale des Chaleurs, less rugged
than north Gaspe and summer re-
sort of thousands, one leaves the sea
to enter the Matapedia region, with
It's rolling mountains, craggy peaks,
cunning valleys, slow-flowing rivers,
and fertile land.
The Gaspe is contrasted with the
quiet beauty of the Eastern town.