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learn a lot this summer," said Bob. "Mr.

Waterman told me that two of the guides talk English a little, so we'll
get along all right."
"I'm glad they talk English," said Bill. "All the French I know you
could put in your eye tooth."
A short time later, they arrived at Levis and saw the majestic heights of
Quebec opposite.
"This St. Lawrence is some river," said Pud.
"I should think it is," said Bob. "The biggest ocean liners can come up
this far, while there is a twenty-seven-foot channel all the way up to
Montreal."
"You don't say so," said Pud. "Well, there is one thing sure that I'm
learning some geography at first hand this morning."
"When do we leave for Tadousac?" asked Bill.
"We go down to-morrow on the boat," said Bob.
"That's fine," said Pud. "We can see the town this afternoon."
"You bet we will," said Bill.
"Where are we staying?" asked Pud.
"At the Chateau Frontenac," said Bob. "It's that building up on the cliff
there."
"That's some hotel," said Pud.
"You'll think so before to-morrow," said Bill.
"Say, let's go up to the Plains of Isaac and see where John Paul Jones
fell when he captured Quebec from the English," said Pud.
At this, Bill and Bob just curled up and laughed until they nearly fell

off their chairs.
"What's the matter?" asked Pud. "Isn't that the real place to see in
Quebec?"
"You need some history lessons as well as geography," said Bill.
"Well, let's have it," said Pud. "I know I'm always getting things fatally
twisted."
"You mean the Plains of Abraham," said Bob.
"Oh, Abraham, Jacob or Isaac, it's all the same, isn't it?" said Pud,
apparently rather disgusted that they had blamed him for such a natural
mistake.
"And, who ever heard of John Paul Jones taking Quebec?" asked Bill,
looking at Bob.
"Well, who was it?" said Pud. "Those historical names always get me."
"It was Wolfe, the famous young English general. He was killed in the
moment of victory, and the French general, Montcalm, also was killed,"
said Bob.
"Well, let's go out there and see the place," said Pud. "It must be
interesting."
By this time, they were across the St. Lawrence and at the mercy of
about a hundred cab drivers. Bob led the way and they were soon going
up the hill to the Chateau. In the dining-hall, they heard practically
nothing but English spoken as the Chateau was the place where most of
the tourists stayed. After an excellent lunch, they sauntered out to see
the sights. They were again mobbed by the cabbies.
"Let's take one of those funny-looking cabs," said Pud.
"That's just what I was looking for," said Bob. "Father told me to be
sure and have a ride in a 'caleche,' as he called it."

They got into the 'caleche,' which is just like a hansom cab except that
the old-fashioned leather springs were used, and instead of the driver
sitting behind, he rode in front on a sort of wide dashboard. Away they
went and the driver plied the whip. The horse was not large but proved
strong and wiry. In a short time, the boys were out on the Plains of
Abraham, looking at the various monuments marking the great battle
which meant the end of the French dominion in Canada. They saw the
monuments to Wolfe and Montcalm and enjoyed the view far south
into the United States. Their guide showed them the path up which
Wolfe climbed with his soldiers to surprise the French that memorable
morning. After seeing the sights there, they drove back and went
through part of the citadel. This proved to be one of the strongest forts
in America, and its strength, the number of British Tommies about, the
guns of large caliber that could be seen, so impressed the boys that Bob
at last broke out.
"This is some fort. It would take a real siege gun to make much of an
impression on those walls and ramparts while I guess those big cannon
would do a little talking themselves."
"I should think so," said Pud.
"Wait a minute," said Bill. "I'd like to get some photos."
Thereupon, he pulled out a little pocket kodak he had, and got ready to
focus on a big gun set in an embrasure of the walls. Before he could
move almost, a soldier was at his side and said,
"You are under arrest. It is forbidden to bring kodaks or cameras of any
kind within these walls."
"I didn't know that," said Bill. "I simply wanted to take a few photos of
the place."
"You'll have to explain all that to the Commandant," said the Tommie,
as he led the way.
The whole thing had