Our Little Quebec Cousin

climbed to the top of Mount Royal, which rises directly behind the great city of Montreal in the Province of Quebe

retches the farming country of the Province of Quebec, far to his right, on clear days he can see the Adirondack Mountains and Lake Champlain,

m and see the numerous small towns and villages that lie back of Mount R

, the other as Cote-des-Neiges; translated into English thes

born. The French Canadian child is the product of five generations of French people whose ancestors came from France with Champlain and Jacques Car

en, a very plump little girl, with skin the color of saffron tea and a nose as flat a

ollar and cuffs, and around her neck was a purple ribbon, on which was hung a

Oisette Mary's peop

d by the neighboring church bell of the parish ringing its three strokes-"Father, Son and Holy Ghost

sleep the moment her head touched the pillows, and she heard nothing of the violin

ers, one already studying for the priesthood, and one small baby brother, wh

t all! French Canadian families frequently number twelve or mo

know Montreal melon is famous the world over; and on fine days in August one cou

e would follow, gay little parrot that she was, also repeating after

rms around it and murmured: "C'est pour Monsieur, le Curé," which translated into English reads: "This is for the priest." Her father chuck

church; she understood the English language as she heard it spoken, but she had never atte

en politician, could address a meeting in either tongue, as can most young Canadian Frenchmen; but Madame appare

o little faith in banks that she always carried her house-kee

farm wagon, and Oisette was allowed to sit by her father on the high seat as they drove to the Bonsecour

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ppy to-day, for she knew that that tenth melon, or one very like it, had been left in t

hildren of every nationality: namely, obedience. One seldom finds a naughty or willful little

gh seat now by herself. The team, along with many others, was lined up beside the market. From this perch she could see the beautiful river, the

stalls were piled high with fruit and vegetab

rm and a glamor hangs over the generally commonplace business of buying and selling, getting gain, and making provision for the needs of the day. The whole thing is like a gay picture book. There are groups of habitant women, all talking in chorus; the queer little blue and red carts that have come f

nd sometimes there would hop out of a motor a pretty little English Canadian gir

ndful of English walnuts and invited her to climb dow

she did. Now and then she would have a glimpse of her fat

ery popular with the English customers, and many of the "quality" (as she called them), bought her fruit and vegetables because she spoke their tongue. Her manners, too, made h

me LeBlanc insisted that Monsieur Tremblent should lift

ve, with a black iron kettle on the top, which poured forth a long plume of white steam. On a shelf hard by a big yellow

y. Most of them noticed Oisette and asked Madame about her. When Monsieur Tremblent came back at last to call for his little girl, he found she had made f

e heard Madame say: "Come in, dear, shu

r little Oisette as a matter of course-which

as reached. First there was a band of music leading some fine-looking soldier boys along the road, and the tune was very catching. The boys were all singing "Over There" as they swung along. Then, because some road was closed for repairs, her father had driven into town by

s prey. There was the huntsman with his gun and dog; there was the sweet-faced nun, Jeanne Mance, who founded the order of Black Nuns in Canada, and then, atop

the story of those early days

n Paul de Comedy, Sire de Maisonneuve, being anxious to follow up this great river St. Lawrence, coaxed his men to row with him the one hundred and sixty miles right against

stopped to build an altar and hold a mass of thanksgiving to God for the safe journey. For lights on that altar, they imprisoned fireflies in bottles

ys. But on this spot where mass was said rises the great solid city of Montre

nty-seven feet high. In these towers hang some famous chimes. One bell of this chime weighs twenty-four thousand seven hundred and e

t, and the wind as it swept up from the river and swirled around the corner said to the Devil: "I'll travel along with you," and Satan replied, "Before we start, I must go into this great church here and confess my sins, so you wait around

, swirl around the corner and away went her hat rolling across the square, driven by the summer breeze until it was caug

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, rhythm and sentiment. One needs to hear the appeal in th