Bob Hunt in Canada | Page 9

the scene that was different from anything
that the boys had ever noted in the United States. In good time they
turned in, and five-thirty saw Bob out of bed and on top of Pud, who
said that he could not get awake.
"I'll waken you up, you lazy dog," said Bob, as he jumped on Pud's bed.
This action thoroughly aroused Pud, and a five minutes' wrestling
match resulted in Bob's being finally buried beneath the covers.
"Help, Bill," yelled Bob. "This big elephant will crush the life out of
me if you do not come to my assistance."

Bill, thereupon, rushed over and grabbed Pud by the shoulders with
such a force that he finally had to cry quits.
"Oh, all right," said Pud, "but it takes two of you to do it."
"Let's hurry," said Bob. "I have ordered oatmeal, buckwheat cakes and
maple sirup, poached eggs on toast, chops--"
"Stop, stop," yelled Pud. "My mouth's watering now. I'll beat you all to
the dining room."
Ten minutes later they were having their last breakfast in Quebec for
many a long day. A little later, they drove down to the wharf and were
soon on board. They found the boat large and roomy and filled with
tourists, taking the Saguenay trip, that is, the trip from Quebec to
Murray Bay, to Tadousac and up the far-famed Saguenay to Chicoutimi.
The scenery is noted all over the world as this is one of the big
sight-seeing trips of the Western continent. It was not long until they
swung out into the stream and headed for the Ile d'Orleans which lies
just below Quebec. Further along, they looked over to the northern
bank of the river and saw the famous Montmorency Falls.
"I was going to suggest yesterday that we go down to Montmorency for
dinner last night," said Bob. "Father told me to do this, but our
adventure at the Citadel made this out of the question."
"That's too bad," said Bill.
"That was some business," said Pud. "I thought it was all over with us
for awhile. I was dreaming of dungeons deep for weeks to come."
"Don't exaggerate, Pud," said Bob. "We might have had a lot of trouble.
I wonder what that fine church over there is."
"That's the well known St. Ann de Beaupre cathedral," said an
Englishman or Canadian standing nearby.
"I never heard of it," said Bill.

"It's easily seen that you're not a Roman Catholic," said the stranger. "I
can't imagine a Catholic ever coming to Quebec without knowing of
the virtues and miracles of St. Ann."
"I must confess my ignorance too," said Bob.
"Well, St. Ann de Beaupre is the patron saint of this particular parish
and for many, many years she had been doing miracles in that little
town over yonder. That magnificent church is a tribute donated by the
hundreds that have been blessed by her ministrations."
"In what special field does the gracious Saint consent to show her
power?" asked Bob, with his best manner.
"Towards the crippled," said the stranger. "Hundreds of crutches have
been left in that church as proof of the divine powers of St. Ann."
"Is that so?" said Pud.
"Yes, and there really seems to be some miraculous influence at work."
"We must go there when we are coming home," said Bob.
"It will pay you," said the stranger, "for you will see there some things
to be seen in no other part of North America except in Mexico."
As they went down the river it gradually broadened, until they were
steaming along on what looked more like an inland sea than a river. In
due time, they came to the famous northern watering place, Murray
Bay. The ship stopped there for some time and the boys had a chance to
hire a carriage and go up into the town. They saw some nice hotels and
evidences of fashionable country places. It was getting dark as they
came off the mouth of the Saguenay River, and the high rocks on either
side as they moved on gave one the impression of great depth. This
impression was correct, as the river flows along a cleft in the strata
rather than along any bed that has been made by the action of the
waters themselves. They moved into a wharf that merely jutted out
from the rocky shore. Everything was confusion, for there did not seem

to be any one but Frenchmen on the wharf. The boys got off and waited
in the glare of a big torch light, made after the fashion of the lights used
by itinerant showmen. No Mr. Waterman appeared.
"What was the name of that hotel?" asked Bob of Bill.
"I can't remember it, but I have it in my notebook,"