Canada -- History -- To 1763 (New France) -- Fiction; Historical fiction
The walls of the city ran along the edge of the cliff upwards as they
approached the broad gallery and massive front of the Castle of St.
Louis, and ascending the green slope of the broad glacis, culminated in
the lofty citadel, where, streaming in the morning breeze, radiant
in the sunshine, and alone in the blue sky, waved the white banner
of France, the sight of which sent a thrill of joy and pride into the
hearts of her faithful subjects in the New World.
The broad bay lay before them, round as a shield, and glittering like
a mirror as the mist blew off its surface. Behind the sunny slopes of
Orleans, which the river encircled in its arms like a giant lover his
fair mistress, rose the bold, dark crests of the Laurentides, lifting
their bare summits far away along the course of the ancient river,
leaving imagination to wander over the wild scenery in their midst--the
woods, glens, and unknown lakes and rivers that lay hid far from human
ken, or known only to rude savages, wild as the beasts of chase they
hunted in those strange regions.
Across the broad valley of the St. Charles, covered with green fields
and ripening harvests, and dotted with quaint old homesteads, redolent
with memories of Normandy and Brittany, rose a long mountain ridge
covered with primeval woods, on the slope of which rose the glittering
spire of Charlebourg, once a dangerous outpost of civilization. The
pastoral Lairet was seen mingling its waters with the St. Charles in
a little bay that preserves the name of Jacques Cartier, who with his
hardy companions spent their first winter in Canada on this spot, the
guests of the hospitable Donacana, lord of Quebec and of all the lands
seen from its lofty cape.
Directly beneath the feet of the Governor, on a broad strip of land that
lay between the beach and the precipice, stood the many-gabled Palace
of the Intendant, the most magnificent structure in New France. Its long
front of eight hundred feet overlooked the royal terraces and gardens,
and beyond these the quays and magazines, where lay the ships of
Bordeaux, St. Malo, and Havre, unloading the merchandise and luxuries of
France in exchange for the more rude, but not less valuable, products of
the Colony.
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